“I see. You want to be paid for what you know?”
The prizefighter smiled an affirmative.
“Well, I don’t buy things on trust. You should know me better than to try on such a game with me.”
“I know you for what you are, Sir Charles, and that is a noble, slap-up Corinthian. But if I was to use this against you, d’ye see, it would be worth ’undreds in my pocket. But my ’eart won’t let me do it, for Bill Warr’s always been on the side o’ good sport and fair play. If I use it for you, then I expect that you won’t see me the loser.”
“You can do what you like,” said my uncle. “If your news is of service to me, I shall know how to treat you.”
“You can’t say fairer than that. We’ll let it stand there, gov’nor, and you’ll do the ’andsome thing, as you ’ave always ’ad the name for doin’. Well, then, your man, Jim ’Arisen, fights Crab Wilson, of Gloucester, at Crawley Down to-morrow mornin’ for a stake.”
“What of that?”
“Did you ’appen to know what the bettin’ was yesterday?”
“It was three to two on Wilson.”
“Right you are, gov’nor. Three to two was offered in my own bar-parlour. D’you know what the bettin’ is to-day?”