You've put a thick finger in that pie, I'm thinking!" "One half from the Princess; twenty thousand from me; five thousand from the singing lady," whispered Allerdyke.

"That's how it's made up, my lad.
And naught'll please me better than to see it paid out--that's a fact!" "You'll have some triers," said Appleyard, with an emphatic wag of the head.

"Make no mistake about that! Fifty thousand! Gosh!--why, anybody that's got the least clue, the slightest idea--and there must be somebody--'ll have a go in for all he or she's worth!" "Let 'em try!" exclaimed Allerdyke.

"The welcome man's the chap that enables us to recover and convict.

Here, shove that bill in your pocket, and read it at your leisure--there's something to think about in what it says, I promise you." Appleyard went away from the club an hour and a half later, thinking hard enough.