“To the satisfaction of the parties concerned?” inquired Mr. Sloman.
“Yes; or you may keep the four hundred.”
“He is to be disposed of, so that he shall give no farther trouble. Remember that, Mr. Brown.”
“The grave is the best security for that,” returned the host.
“Stop, stop; don’t tell me any particulars. Only let the thing come off like a business transaction,—you understand me?”
“Perfectly responded Mr. Brown.
“And you undertake it?”
“I do,”—and in that understanding pocket this retainer and Mr. Brown put the bank note into his breast-pocket. “Come, as matters are arranged, let us have another bottle.”
“No, no, no,—I must return to the person waiting your reply.—He will be impatient.”
“Who are the parties, Sloman?—honour bright.”