After a time he changed his position, heaved a species of sigh that sounded like the sudden collapse of a set of organ-bellows, and ran his fingers through his thick hair.
Barker thought he was going to speak.

But he was mistaken; Mr.Screw was too much taken aback to speak yet.

Then Barker spoke for him.
"Well," said he, caressing his foot and looking at the ceiling, "what are you going to do about it ?" "I shall do what is proper in such cases.

I will stop his drawing any more money, and investigate the matter.

If this is not the real Claudius, the real Claudius must be somewhere, and can be found." "Perhaps he is dead," suggested Barker.
"It is about as easy to find a dead man as a live man," said Screw.