"The leech-fisher!"
"Yes."
"What for?"
"Because I am my own trap and bait and all,"
They looked puzzled.
"He's mad."
"Daft as he can be."
"Poor old fool. But let us get his money if he has any, without killing him."
"Money!" echoed the self-styled leech-fisher. "Here's plenty."
And with these words he threw a pile of gold pieces upon the ground, making all the lawless ruffians' eyes glisten greedily.