'Yes—and sometimes sell them.'
Where Mr. Chaffanbrass had got his exact information, we cannot say; but very exact information he had acquired respecting Undy's little transactions. He questioned him about the Mary Janes and Old Friendships, about the West Corks and the Ballydehob Branch, about sundry other railways and canals, and finally about the Limehouse bridge; and then again he asked his former question. 'And now,' said he, 'will you tell the jury whether you are a stock-jobber or no?'
'It is all a matter of opinion,' said Undy. 'Perhaps I may be, in your sense of the word.'
'My sense of the word!' said Mr. Chaffanbrass. 'You are as much a stock-jobber, sir, as that man is a policeman, or his lordship is a judge. And now, Mr. Scott, I am sorry that I must go back to your private affairs, respecting which you are so unwilling to speak. I fear I must trouble you to tell me this—How did you raise the money with which you bought that latter batch—the large lump of the bridge shares—of which we were speaking?'
'I borrowed it from Mr. Tudor,' said Undy, who had prepared himself to answer this question glibly.
'You borrowed it from Mr. Alaric Tudor—that is, from the gentleman now upon his trial. You borrowed it, I believe, just at the time that he became the lady's trustee?'
'Yes,' said Undy; 'I did so.'
'You have not repaid him as yet?'
'No—not yet,' said Undy.
'I thought not. Can you at all say when Mr. Tudor may probably get his money?'