The stimulant seemed to nerve the prince to do something he did not in the least want to do. He produced a bulky envelope from his pocket and handed it to Davis.
“I am very happy,” he said, “to be able to repay you.”
Davis took the envelope, evidently astonished, and glanced at the figures written upon it.
“But look here,” he protested, “I don’t want this—I don’t need it—I’d rather you kept it.”
“Impossible!” said the prince. “It is a debt of honour. I might not again be in position to repay it.”
“Oh, all right, if you look at it that way,” said Davis sulkily, and started to cram the envelope into his pocket.
“You find the amount correct, I trust?” put in the baron smoothly.
Davis glanced at the envelope again.
“As a matter of fact, I think it’s too much,” he said.
“But you have kept a memorandum?”