“The trouble with you,” said Tom, “is you’re a Philistine.”
“No, I’m not a Philippine,” said Brent. “If you want to know honestly what I think, I don’t think we stand much chance of finding that money—hold on now, I’m not a Philippine⸺”
“Philistine, I said,” Tom shot at him.
“I believe the money is somewhere around here.”
“Thanks,” said Tom.
“Not at all,” said Brent. “And I think it’s likely that old geezer out west is the one who left it here.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“And you’re listening—that’s fine,” said Brent. “Have another sliver of bacon—no?”
“Go on,” said Tom.
“All right, my father was a doctor and I’ve heard him say that people who go daffy from a fall and get magnesia⸺”