"Eh, sir?"
"Hah! Nothing. Now you understand why I did not ask you into my place and take the alloy. We must wait a little yet. We must wait until I can light upon an honest man to work up the result of our great chemical discovery. I hope by this day week to be able to give you good and final news. In the meantime the ore is safe with you."
"I'm sure I'm truly grateful to you, sir."
"What greater delight can a person have than helping an honest man to protect himself against business wretches who are little better than thieves?"
"Eh?"
"Hah! Nothing. Give me a week. This day week at the same hour and at the same place."
"Very good. I shall be there."
An empty hansom was passing. Leigh whistled and held up his hand to the driver.
Suddenly both he and Timmons started, a long clang came from the other side of the railings.
"'Tisn't the last Trumpet for the tenants of these holdings," said Leigh, pointing his long, skinny, yellow, hairy hand at the graves. "It's the clock striking the quarter-past twelve. Good-night."