"What do you think of it?" I asked my mate, Bill Teake. "I think a bottle of champagne would be very nice."
"Just what I thought myself," said Bill. "I see Dudley Pryor is off to the café already. I've no money. I'm pore as a mummy."
"You got paid yesterday," I said with a laugh. "You get poor very quickly."
An embarrassed smile fluttered around his lips.
"A man gets pore 'cordin' to no rule," he replied. "Leastways, I do."
"Well, I've got a lot of francs," I said. "We may as well spend it."
"You're damned right," he answered. "Maybe, we'll not 'ave a chance to——"
"It doesn't matter a damn whether——"
"The officer says it will be an easy job. I don't know the——"