mr. voysey. [quite gravely.] That's wise of you . . I'm very glad. [and he is silent for a moment.] And now we needn't discuss the impractical side of it any more.
edward. But I want to make one condition. And I want some information.
mr. voysey. [his sudden cheerfulness relapsing again.] Well?
edward. Of course no one has ever discovered . . and no one suspects this state of things?
mr. voysey. Peacey knows.
edward. Peacey!
mr. voysey. His father found out.
edward. Oh. Does he draw hush money?
mr. voysey. [curling a little at the word.] It is my custom to make a little present every Christmas. Not a cheque . . notes in an envelope. [He becomes benevolent.] I don't grudge the money . . Peacey's a devoted fellow.
edward. Naturally this would be a heavily taxed industry. [then he smiles at his vision of the mild old clerk.] Peacey! There's another thing I want to ask, sir. Have you ever under stress of circumstances done worse than just make use of a client's capital? You boasted to me yesterday that no one had ever suffered in pocket because of you. Is that absolutely true?