Price don't matter just now." He counted a roll of notes which he drew from his trousers pocket.

The two girls looked at him in amazement.

He threw one upon the table.
"Backed a horse ?" Maud asked.

"Legacy ?" Milly inquired.

Burton, with some difficulty, relit the stump of his cigar.
"Bit of an advance I've just received from a company I'm connected with," he explained.