”It’s all up.“
“That’ll do,” said Jones, “now sign your name and address the envelope.”
Voles did so.
Jones put the letter in his pocket.
“Well,” said he, “that ends the business. I hope, with this, and what I have to say to him, Marcus will part, and as I say, if things turn out as I hope, maybe I’ll right your losses—I have no quarrel with you—only Marcus.”
Suddenly Voles spoke.
“For God’s sake,” said he, “mind how you deal with that chap; he’s never been got the better of, curse him. Go cautiously.”
“You never fear,” said Jones.