"We can't starve him out," said Eves. "The beggar's got grub enough for a week."
"If we could only entice him out it would be all right," said Templeton, "because I believe I've read somewhere that a bailiff or whatever you call him can't legally force his way into a house."
"Well, only beer would entice that sort of bounder, and he's got plenty of that. He's a big hulk, but we might manage to chuck him out."
"Dangerous that. Even if we succeeded, we might find ourselves in court again."
Eves stuck out his legs and pondered. Suddenly he sat up straight.
"By Jove, I've got it!" he cried. "We'll stink him out."
"How do you mean? It would have to be a powerful stink to upset a fellow who can smoke that tobacco."
"Of course; and I haven't wasted my time in the lab, old man. I never took any interest in chemistry till I learnt how to make stinks. What about H2S? The very thing. Splendid! We've got the acid; all we want is—by Jove! where can we get some iron pyrites? That means another trip to Weymouth."
"And you probably won't get it there."
"Hang it all; can't we make it some other way?"