"Yes; well, I'm his brother."
"Not like him," said Mr. Lyons. "More dressy, and not so business-like. A rare fellow for business, Tony."
"That may or may not be," said Effingham, slightly offended. "Now, when he died, you cleared off his traps."
"Only a few sticks; very poor sticks. Ah, ma tear, vot I lost by that transaction! Vy, there vosn't enough to clear me in a sixth part of vot I'd advanced to Tony."
"Well, I'm not here to enter into that--that was your lookout. But amongst what you took away there was a desk."
"Vos there? 'Pon my soul I can't reckleckt; not that I'm goin' to gainsay you. Vos there a desk, now?"
"And in it," continued Effingham, not seeming to heed him, "there was an over-due bill for twenty-five pounds accepted by Walter Burgess."
"Lord now! Vos there indeed?"
"Look here, Mr. Lyons. If you don't know anything, all right. We won't waste our time or our money, but we'll go to those who can help us."
"Vot a headstrong boy it is! Who said I couldn't help you? Go on now,--a bill accepted by Walter Burgess?"