"Right?" asked my grandfather.
"Quite right," Viney answered; and there was exultation in his voice.
"Pack 'em up—put 'em safe in your pocket. Quite safe? There's the watch, too; I paid for that."
"Oh, the watch? Well, all right, I don't mind having that too, since you're pressing.... You might ha' saved a deal of trouble, yours an' mine too, if you'd done all this before."
"Yes, you're right; but I clear up all now. You've got the notes all quite safe, have you?"
"All safe." There was the sound of a slap on a breast-pocket.
"And the watch?"
"Ay; and the watch."
"Good!..."
I heard a bounce and a gasp of terror; and then my grandfather's voice again. "Come! Come, Viney! We'll be quits to the end. We're bad men both, an' we'll go to the police together. Bring your papers, Viney! Tell 'em about the Florence an' Dan Webb, an' I'll tell 'em about the Juno an' my boy! I've got my witnesses—an' I'll find more—a dozen to your one! Come, Viney! I'll have justice done now, on both of us!"