You want looking after for a day or two." Mr Verloc calmed down, and, with resolution imprinted on his pale face, had already opened the door, when his wife called him back in a whisper: "Adolf! Adolf!" He came back startled.

"What about that money you drew out ?" she asked.

"You've got it in your pocket?
Hadn't you better--" Mr Verloc gazed stupidly into the palm of his wife's extended hand for some time before he slapped his brow.
"Money! Yes! Yes! I didn't know what you meant." He drew out of his breast pocket a new pigskin pocket-book.

Mrs Verloc received it without another word, and stood still till the bell, clattering after Mr Verloc and Mr Verloc's visitor, had quieted down.
Only then she peeped in at the amount, drawing the notes out for the purpose.

After this inspection she looked round thoughtfully, with an air of mistrust in the silence and solitude of the house.