“Ah! there’s a sight o’ rogues in the world,” said Arthur, quietly.
“We’ve got some capital now.”
“Yes, but let’s think of a rainy day. Now, look here, there must be no end of things in the vault as they’re never like to ask for.”
“No end,” said the butler.
“Never been in it?”
“Never.”
“Well, couldn’t we have a look in, and pick out something small and handy?—say jools. They do lock them there when they go down to The Towers. I do know that.”
“Yes, my lad, they do; and I believe there’s a lot of old gold, family plate and diamonds as they never do want.”
“That’s the stuff for us—in case we want it, of course. Don’t hurt them to borrow it, and it finds us the capital to do us good.”
“Yes, but how are we to get at it?”