"Oh, I see," said Nattie, contemptuously. "You wish to save your precious skin. Well, if it is worth while I'll go for him myself, or probably take Mori. Now where is he?"
"Is the information worth twenty pounds, sir?"
"No; decidedly not."
Patrick looked discomfited.
"But think of th' good Oi'm doing yer," he pleaded. "Mister Round is a bad man, and he'll keep yer in a torment of suspense until ye put him away. Won't ye make it twenty pounds, sir?"
"No."
"Then how much?"
"Half that is a big amount for the information."
"Call it twelve pounds, and it's a bargain."