"Well, yes, of course. If people suspected anything there might be old Harry to pay."
"Exactly. Then, you know, I have had a good many things to square up, and, on the whole, I have come out fairly well."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that out of the thousand pounds I borrowed of you, I have three hundred left."
"So much?"
"Three pounds, seventeen and ninepence over, to be exact. But what I propose to do is to hand over the three hundred pounds to you, and so lessen my obligation by that amount."
Muller started, and a puzzled expression came into his eyes.
"The burden will seem a little lighter," Rufus went on, looking down into the street again.
"I confess I do not quite understand," Muller said, adjusting his pince-nez. "You don't mean t—t——" Then he stopped, and waited for Rufus further to explain himself.