"And what is to be the end of all this? The law has a long as well as a strong arm, Watson."
"I know it. You would say it might be long enough to strike me."
Fogg nodded.
"Leave me to take care of that. But as you want to know the result of all this, it is just this. I want to have my share, and I will have it. Give me a couple of thousand down, and half for the future."
Fogg was silent for a moment or two, and then he said—
"Too much, Watson, too much. I have not so much."
"Bah! At your banker's now you have exactly £11,267."
Fogg writhed.
"You have been prying. Well, you shall have the two thousand."
"On account."