“I’m too tired to explain. Wait till we get home.”
It was four o’clock in the morning before they reached the bank. The gold was taken out and deposited in the vaults, and the three went up to the Hall. They brought out brandy and refreshed themselves, after which John remarked, in his usual laconic style,
“You’ve been and gone and done it.”
“What?” asked Potts, somewhat puzzled.
“With your speculations in stocks.”
“What about them?”
“Nothing,” said John, “only they happen to be at a small discount.”
“A discount?”
“Slightly.”
Potts was silent.