'My work.'
'Look here, Mann. I've paid six hundred to keep this quiet. It hasn't done it. I suppose they've squabbled over the spoils.'
'Six hundred.'
'Yes. What can you do? These people ask more and more and more.'
'It's ruin.'
'Yes. If you don't clear out.'
Charles began to look elderly and flabby.
'All right,' he said. 'When?'
'To-morrow morning. I'll see that you have money and you'll get as much work as you like now—thanks to her.'
'You don't know what she's been to me, Verschoyle.'