"Look here," said Simon, suddenly producing his notes, "I want to change a hundred; been trying to do it in a lot of shops. You can't have any fun without some money."
"Don't you worry," said Pugeot. "This is my show."
"I want to change a hundred," said Simon, with the persistency of Toddy wanting to see the wheels go round.
"Well, I'll get you change, though you don't really want it. Why, you've got two hundred there—and a tenner!"
"It's not too much to have a good time with."
"Oh my!" said Pugeot. "Well, if you're on the razzle-dazzle, I'm with you, Pettigrew. I feel safe with you, in a way; there's not much you don't know."
"Not much," said Simon, puffing himself.
The car stopped.
"A minute," said Pugeot. Out he jumped, transacted his business, and was back again under five minutes. There was a new light in his sober eye.
"Let's go and have a slap at the Wilderness," said he, lowering his voice a tone. "You know the Wilderness. I can get you in—jolly good fun."