"But that means waiting for days, and I haven't a shilling left. I came here for a week to look at the country about your town—a beautiful little town." I added this diplomatically.
"Do you think so? I consider it a hole. But I don't know much about it as I'm only here for a week. However, I'm sorry I can't help you except in the way I mentioned."
"But look here—do I look like the kind of man who plays tricks? Here is my card and my club address. And letters"—I tore one out of an envelope, but it was the one from Mosbyson's reminding me that they had already applied twice for payment—"but letters are of little use to identify one."
"They are," he agreed.
"The fact is, among other things, I want to buy another print which I have just caught sight of. It may be snapped up at any moment, like the one I snapped up yesterday."
"Let it go. It's probably a fake."
"Which one?" I said hotly. "The one I bought yesterday or the one I'm going to buy?"
"Both. But I can't cash your cheque."
"But look at the mess I'll be in. Would you have me pawn my watch?"
"I would not; neither would I have you not do so, if you take my meaning."