I was thinking of Hillars. "I would give a good deal for a regiment and a bad moment for our side." There was no mighty column in his memory, scarcely a roll of earth. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "Shall we hail a cab and drive to the park?"
"Just as you say, if it is not interfering with your work."
"Not at all."
"Have a cigar," said Pembroke, after we had climbed into the cab and arranged our long legs comfortably. The London cab is all very well for a short and thin person. "These came to me directly from Key West."
"That is one of the joys of being rich," said I. "Gold is Aladdin's lamp. I have to take my chances on getting good tobacco in this country."
"Talking about gold—" he began.
"Don't!" I entreated.
"I was about to say that I drew on my bankers for 20,000 pounds this morning."
"You intend to go in for a figure abroad, then?"
"Oh, no. I deposited the money in another bank—in your name."