"Of course, I've worked it out to that.

And the thing now is--what's the best line to take?
What would you suggest, Dave ?" Myler brought all his business acumen to bear on the problem presented to him.
"What sort of chap is this Tallington ?" he asked at last, pointing to the name at the foot of the reward handbill.
"Most respectable solicitor in Highmarket," answered Stoner, promptly.
"Word good ?" asked Myler.
"Good as--gold," affirmed Stoner.
"Then if it was me," said Myler, "I should make a summary of what I knew, on paper--carefully--and I should get a private interview with this Tallington and tell him--all.

Man!--you're safe of that five hundred! For there's no doubt, Stoner, on the evidence, no doubt whatever!" Stoner sat silently reflecting things for a while.

Then he gave his friend a sly, somewhat nervous look.

Although he and Myler had been bosom friends since they were breeched, Stoner was not quite certain as to what Myler would say to what he, Stoner, was just then thinking of.
"Look here," he said suddenly.