"What's he done now?" asked the young man.
Monkey withdrew into the shadow of the door.
"That," he said, producing the five-pound note.
Jim handled it.
"What did he give you that for?"
"Why, for lookin' down me nose and sayin A-a men. The rest's to follow to-morrow midnight—five of 'em—if I'm a good boy, as I 'opes to be. Goin' to drop into me lap same as manners from the ceilin' when Moses was around—while I sleeps like a suckin' innocent."
The young man thought.
"Have you told Mr. Woodburn?"
"No, sir. I told no one—only you."
"Shall you tell the police?"