"With the Governor of the Company." Tybalt cut the tobacco for his pipe savagely. "You'd have liked one of those papers?" asked Pierre provokingly.
"I'd give five hundred dollars for one," broke out Tybalt.
Pierre lifted his eyebrows. "T'sh, what's the good of five hundred dollars up here? What would you do with a letter like that?"
Tybalt laughed with a touch of irony, for Pierre was clearly "rubbing it in."
"Perhaps for a book?" gently asked Pierre.
"Yes, if you like."
"It is a pity. But there is a way."
"How?"
"Put me in the book. Then—"
"How does that touch the case?"