“Yes?”
“And tell him that Major Barstowe says he’s a liar.”
“Yes.”
“That’s all.”
“That’s easy enough,” said Smithers.
“I’ll stand by the wall here, and if any of the girls look over, as they probably will, for I’m going to whistle to them, I’ll make them come over and toss for sovereigns.”
“That would be a lark,” said the unfortunate.
“Bother,” said Jones, “I’ve forgot.”
“What?”
“All my sovereigns are upstairs in the bag—I know—lend me yours whilst I’m waiting.”