[While he is doing this.] That looks as if you had confidence in the mine.
George Winter.
[Handing the cheque to Swalecliffe.] Here you are. [To James Ford.] D’you want me to buy your shares off you?
James Ford.
[With a quiet smile.] Not just yet, thank you.
Swalecliffe.
But what’s the meaning of the article, then?
George Winter.
Why, it’s as plain as a pikestaff. The Lewishams were willing to give their eyes for the mine, but I was too much for them. Now they’re crabbing it. That’s all.
[He says this with great assurance, as if it thoroughly explained the whole thing.