"Arfter all the trouble I've 'ad? No bloomin' fear."
"Put it back. You shan't lose by it."
"Wot d'ye mean?"
"I'm looking for something myself. It isn't in the safe, but it may be in some other drawer in the room. If I find it I'll give you £250 myself."
"Name o'Morgan, or am I speakin' to Lord Rothschild?" said the burglar sarcastically. "You don't 'appen to 'ave the chink on you?"
"I haven't; but see, you can have this watch and chain, and my sovereign purse, and these links, and I think—yes, here's a tenner. You can have this lot till I give you the money."
The burglar was impressed.
"Cap'n," he said, "you've a free an' easy way in 'andlin' walubles wot soots me down to the ground. I wish we could 'ave met sooner. It would 'ave saved my ole woman many a weary six months. But wot's the need to leave the chink? S'pose we takes the bag, an' leaves the notes?"
"You've got to leave the lot, William," said Mr. Hilton decisively.
The burglar turned thoughtfully away from the safe. "Wot is it you're lookin' for?" he asked. "'As the guv'n'r cut you orf with a bob, an' are you a-goin' to alter the ole bloke's will?"