"Mr. Bolisco is a bit of a spendthrift, I take it."
"Above a bit. Never could keep his money long, and yet never was guilty of a generous action, as I know of. It's all gone backing wrong 'uns—sometimes horses, sometimes pugilists. Of course, he's had the straight tip now and again, and has pulled off a good thing; but as a rule, Bolisco ain't lucky. Why, to my certain knowledge he had four hundred pound spare cash less than a year ago—won it over the City and Suburban—and I don't believe he's got a tanner except what she gives him."
"Meaning Mrs. Randall?"
"Just so! And he owes me nine weeks' board and lodging. I shouldn't take it as quiet as I do, if he wasn't a bit of a draw. The young 'uns like to see him and hear him talk."
"And he sets a good example in the way of hard drinking?"
"Oh, I don't encourage any man to drink more than he can stand. But as long as he can carry his liquor like a gentleman——"
"You don't put the skid on. But how did you come to know of this money of Bolisco's, last March?"
"I didn't say anythink about March."
"No, but it was about March—or April last year, that Bolisco was flush, wasn't it?"
"It was after Epsom Spring; and that was near the end of April."