“I’d say you told me.”
Arthur laughed. “Proper lawyer, aren’t you?”
“Would it matter to you?”
“Not a tuppenny damn.”
“O.K., then.”
Arthur was cleaning a pistol. George watched him for a while in silence. At last he said: “Supposing there had been no question of the Sergeant’s going to America. Would you have gone on with this racket of yours?”
Arthur looked up, then shook his head. “No. I reckon we’ve just about had it now.”
“Having pulled off the big job?”
“Maybe. Time to move on anyway.” He bent over the pistol again.
“Got plenty of dough put away?” George said after a moment or two.