"Honor bright and shining. Unless you give consent, not to be mentioned outside this room."
"Thank you, Bob. The property is a desk."
"Buy it of him. My opinion he would sell anything. His own mother if he had one."
"He would not dare to sell it. He would deny that he had ever seen it."
"Might bring him into trouble?"
"Yes. There are a lot of things hanging to the possession of this desk."
"Spirit it away."
"How?"
"Get a patient in--a friendly patient. A child for choice. A sharp one it would have to be."
"By Jove, Bob, you put an idea into my head."