The fat man gave a gasp.

With three million pesetas he could have made a Polish republic.

Mon only smiled.
"For every million pesetas that you show me," said the little man, "I will hand you another million--cash for cash.

When shall we begin ?" "You must give me time," answered Mon, reflectively.

"Say six months hence." The little man rose in response to the chapel bell, which was slowly tolling for the last service of the day.
"Come," he said, "let us say a prayer before we go to bed.".