'It may be a defect in my intelligence,' he cried, rising to his feet, 'but I cannot see that I am fairly used.

The bad luck I've had is a thing to write to The Times about; it's enough to breed a revolution.

And the plain English of the whole thing is that I must have money at once.

I'm done with all morality now; I'm long past that stage; money I must have, and the only chance I see is Bent Pitman.
Bent Pitman is a criminal, and therefore his position's weak.

He must have some of that eight hundred left; if he has I'll force him to go shares; and even if he hasn't, I'll tell him the tontine affair, and with a desperate man like Pitman at my back, it'll be strange if I don't succeed.' Well and good.