"You saw him die! There is no doubt about that ?" Trent nodded.
"He is as dead," he said, "as Julius Caesar." "If I offered you--" Da Souza began.
"If you offered me four thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds," Trent interrupted roughly, "I would tell you to go to glory." Da Souza sighed.

It was a hard man to deal with--this.
"Very well," he said, "if I give way, if I agree to your terms, you will be willing to make over this sixth share to me, both on your own account and on account of your late partner ?" "You're right, mate," Trent assented.

"Plank down the brass, and it's a deal." "I will give you four thousand pounds for a quarter share," Da Souza said.
Trent knocked the ashes from his pipe and stood up.
"Here, don't waste any more of my time," he said.

"Stand out of the way, I'm off." Da Souza kept his hands upon the concession.
"My dear friend," he said, "you are so violent.

You are so abrupt.