I must honestly confess that I don’t quite grasp what he means.
George Winter.
I thought you wouldn’t. The long and the short of it can be told in two words.
Etchingham.
[Putting down the report with a slight sigh of relief.] Ah!
George Winter.
The mine was practically worked out when we bought it. There’s no gold there worth speaking of. We’ve been done in the eye, and we’re eighty thousand pounds to the bad.
[There is a moment’s pause. Etchingham looks at George Winter blankly. Bennett glances nervously from one to the other.
Etchingham.
[Hardly able to speak, his tongue sticking to his throat.] You’re—you’re joking!