"Such as twenty-five pounds in gold," repeated Solomon Fewster, taking some packets from his pocket.
"Such as a six-bladed knife."
"Such as a six-bladed knife."
"Such as another knife with one blade."
"Such as another knife with one blade."
"Such as a silver watch and a silver chain."
"Such as a silver watch and a silver chain."
"Bah!" exclaimed the Lascar, in a voice of intense scorn, as he received the articles, one after another. "Look at the sky, master."
It was intensely dark; the clouds were black, there was no moon, and not a star was discernible. Solomon Fewster looked up, and said, "Well?"
"What can you see, master?"