The Captain winced. He did not like the question to be put quite so crudely.
"I do not understand," he said.
"I think you do. How much do you require to hold your tongue?"
"Say five thousand," whispered Mr. Gramp.
But Lestrange shook him off, and marched to the door very upright and indignant.
"I will let you know my price----"
"Ah!" said Sophy scornfully.
"When I have seen the police," finished he, and marched out.
Cicero had to follow, but he turned at the door and winked.
"He will not go to the police," said he, in a hurried voice. "Might I suggest five----"