"See, Corporal, this will please you!" said the red-bearded young man. He uncovered the object.
"You know what it is, do you, Corporal?"
"Not in the least!"
"A machine for making bank-notes!"
"Really! You manufacture bank-notes, do you?" remarked Fandor. His tone was non-committal.
"You shall see for yourself, Corporal! Of course they are only made for the fun of the thing—still, they might happen to prove useful—one never knows!"
Again the marked accent on "useful."
Again Fandor-Vinson played up.
"I should like to have a squint at those holy-joke notes!"
"I was going to suggest it!"