“Not all! what do you mean?”
“Why, there's another hitch. But what am I saying?” cried he, in terror. “I don't believe that I'd speak of these things on my death-bed.”
“Be frank and open with me, Simeon. I am a true pal to the man that trusts me, and the very devil to him that plays me false.”
“I know it,” said the other, gloomily.
“Well, now for that other hitch, as you called it What is it?”
“It's about an estate that was sold under the 'Encumbered Court,' and bought by the late Lord Lackington—at least in his name—and then resold at a profit—” Here he stopped, and seemed as though he had already gone too far.
“I understand,” broke in Grog; “the purchase-money was never placed to the Viscount's credit, and your friend Dunn wants an acquittance in full of the claim.”
“You've hit it!”
“What's the figure,—how much?”
“Thirty-seven thousand six hundred pounds.”