'I did; and you are aware that that is not the kind of sheep I meant. On this occasion I really must ask you to be honest.'
'But I never saw such shiners. Who could resist them, guv'nor? She's got enough to stock a shop. Why, if we take 'em away with us, we sha'n't be far out, even if we don't get that blessed ruby.'
'It's the ruby or nothing; also, and nothing. Put those things back.'
'I've only nobbled one or two. I've got to look after myself.'
'I, too, have to look after you. You know what was agreed; keep to the terms of the agreement, or, though you "nobble" every "shiner" the lady owns, you'll be a loser. Put those things back.'
There was something about Mr Burton just then which compelled respect, of a kind, which fact the Flyman recognised. His face darkened and, in audible tones, he grumbled. But he produced the trinkets, as requested, and replaced them, one by one, on their velvet beds.
'Is that all?'
'Every blooming one.'
'Cox, is that all?'
'Yes, I believe it is.' He glanced at the open jewel-case. 'No, there's a ring still missing.'