"Am I also right in concluding that you are not squeamish as to how the money is earned? You are not overburdened with conscientious scruples, eh?"
"Not much! They're all nonsense," returned Travers.
"Good! I see you are the sort of a man I took you for. Now you must, to begin with, promise that you will regard as confidential what I am about to say to you."
"Tom Travers can be relied upon, colonel. He's safe every time."
"Good again! Then I shall not hesitate to unfold to you my little plan. I believe you have a bank in the village?"
"Yes; but, colonel, I am a stranger here. I only know one person here—my friend Brandon."
"Is he—the same kind of a man as yourself?" inquired Johnson.
"The same identical kind, colonel. What is it Shakespeare, or some other poet, says:
"'Two flowers upon a single stalk,
Two hearts that beat as one.'"