You'll be safe as houses in doing that--but there'd be an awful risk about t'other, Bert.

Be wise!--you'll get no better counsel." Stoner knew that his sagacious friend was right, and he was prepared to abide by his counsel--as long as Myler was at his elbow.

But when he had got away from him, his mind began to wobble.

Five hundred pounds!--what was it in comparison with what he might get by a little skilful playing of his cards?
He knew Mallalieu and he knew Cotherstone--knew much more about both of them than they had any idea of.

He knew that they were rich men--very rich men.