"Of course not."
"Thanks." Teddy brought forth a couple of bundles of bonds and share certificates. "How much is the debt?"
"Twenty-four thousand and seventy-five pounds."
"Wish I had that much," said Teddy, "but I can only give what I've got." He rose, placed the bundles on the desk, and sat down again. "There's a trifle over five thousand pounds in my little lot," he went on, "and with each certificate you'll find a signed transfer in your favour, Mr. Bullard. To save time"—he glanced at his watch—"I'll ask you to take my word for that."
Bullard put out his hand and touched the bundles. "Your securities, you say, are worth a little over five thousand pounds?"
"Right!"
"Well?"
"Well, Mr. Bullard?"
"What about the balance of twenty—or say nineteen—thousand?"
Teddy smiled. "That's your affair, Mr. Bullard."