'Let me see the ruby.'
'Let me see the quids.'
'Look here, Flyman; you say you know me. Well, I know you; I know you for a windbag and a liar. It's quite likely that all you've been telling us is humbug, and that you've not been within miles of what we want. If you've got the ruby, you let me look at it; there'll be no harm done. I'm not going to buy a pig in a poke, and I'm not going to steal it.'
'I lay you are not going to steal it; I lay that. There it is. Now, you can take and look at it.'
Taking a ring from his waistcoat pocket, slipping it on to his little ringer, he held it out for the other's inspection, eyeing Mr Cox in a very singular manner as that gentleman bent over to examine it.
'Did you get that from--the person we've been talking about?'
'I did.'
'To-night?'
'To-night. Not an hour ago--as he came out of the house.'
Mr Cox turned to Mr Burton, who was sitting upon the floor.