"Lot of money," he said.
John Manton agreed with him, and for a space there was silence. John's hopes that had risen fell to zero.
Then Treves poured himself another glass of whisky, and drank it down. He wiped his lips with a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket.
"All right," he said at length; "carry out my wishes and you shall have it."
"Then you are serious?"
"I was never more serious in my life. You are to take everything that is mine, and in return you shall have the money you need."
A vague doubt stirred in Manton's mind; then he thought of Gilbert. The Captain was most obviously a man of honour.
"If I accept, can I still enlist?"
"Enlist by all means."
"It seems to me to be an easy way of earning the money, but what about your rank in the army?"