“Then what are you kickin’ about?” Tussock turned once more toward Paul. “If you keep my money, if you make me an allowance, if I can pay no money except on your order, they can’t roll me, can they?”
“All that I can do, Mr. Tussock,” said Paul.
“Will you?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Give me your hand,” Tussock shouted. “Con, I’m going to win this time. We are all going to win. Now get out, and get to work! I’m going to sleep.”
That same night, as Paul was passing up to his room after tea, he again met Dalton, who greeted him gruffly.
“Come in, Gaspard,” he said. “I want to talk to you.” Together they entered Dalton’s room. “I say, I want to apologise to you,” said Dalton. “I was crazy last night and acted like an insolent fool.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” said Paul lightly. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, “I say, you are a lawyer, aren’t you?”
“Yes, a kind of lawyer. With Gunning & Strong. I saw you through the window at our place today.”
“I want to ask you something.” And Paul proceeded to tell him of the arrangement which he had entered into with Dan Tussock that morning. “Can some paper be drawn up,” he asked, “to give me control of his money? I don’t care much for the job, but somehow I feel as if I want to help him. He seems a good chap.”