'Can I see him?'
He jingled some money in his trousers pocket.
'I hardly know what to say. It seems kind of going back on him. It's not professional; and I'm professional or nothing. Is it trouble?'
'Do you mean, will an interview with me be the cause to him of trouble? Not at all. If anything, I'm the bearer of good tidings.'
'Sure?'
'Certain.'
He eyed me; with a long-continued and penetrating glance.
'You shall see him inside of five minutes. The money's right?'
'It is.'
I showed him a five-pound note.