"I know that's what you say and feel now; but there are temptations, and it is vital that you should be out of the way of temptation. You remember Jason, and how he stopped his ears with wax not to hear the songs of the sirens?"
"Faith," said French in a tender tone, "if the sirens' voices were as sweet as——"
He checked himself.
"That may be," said Miss Grimshaw hurriedly, "but, sweet or not sweet, there are always voices calling for money; even coming through London a five-pound note went on nothing. So you must, please, put that cheque-book in a drawer and lock it, and give me the key. Will you do this?"
"I will, I will. The thing's all right, but if you want it done, I'll do it."
"Well, let's do it now, then."
"I will in a minute, when I've seen Moriarty——"
"No; now. There's nothing like doing things at the moment."
"Well, all right," said French. "Let's do it now."
He produced his cheque-book from his desk, and Miss Grimshaw locked it up in the drawer of an escritoire.