"I used to get a place as a valet, sir, and wait till I saw my chance, and then skin out with everything I could lay my hands on."
"You did, did you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I do think Mr. Beamish might have dropped me a quiet hint. Good heavens! I may have been putting temptation in your way for weeks."
"You have, sir,—very serious temptation. But I welcome temptation, Mr. Finch. Every time I'm left alone with your pearl studs, I have a bout with the Tempter. 'Why don't you take them, Mullett?' he says to me, 'Why don't you take them?' It's splendid moral exercise, sir."
"I suppose so."
"Yes, sir, it's awful what that Tempter will suggest to me. Sometimes, when you're lying asleep, he says 'Slip a sponge of Chloroform under his nose, Mullett, and clear out with the swag!' Just imagine it, sir."
"I am imagining it."
"But I win every time, sir. I've not lost one fight with that old Tempter since I've been in your employment, Mr. Finch."
"All the same, I don't believe you're going to remain in my employment, Mullett."