That's right; and now let's talk." He puffed for a moment and appeared to muse.

"Seems to me, Glasson, you're in the devil of a hurry to catch this child." "My anxiety is natural, I should hope." "No it ain't," said Mr.Hucks with brutal candour.
"And that's what's the matter with it.

What's more, you come to me.
Now," with continued candour, "I ain't what you might call a model Christian; but likewise you don't reckon me the sort that would help you pick up orphans just for the fun of handin' 'em over to you to starve.
So I conclude," Mr.Hucks wound up, "there's money in this somewhere." Doctor Glasson did not answer for a few seconds.

He seemed to be considering.

His eyes blinked, and the folds of his lean throat worked as if he swallowed down something.
"I will be frank with you, Mr.Hucks," he said at length.