George Winter.
No, you’ve taken my cheque now. It’s too late.
Swalecliffe.
There’s your cheque. You can have it back again. I’m going to keep the shares.
George Winter.
[Good-humouredly.] Well, I don’t mind. It won’t make much difference to me. But don’t sell them, whatever you read in the papers. What’s a profit of half a crown? Wait till you’ve got a profit of five pounds, and then you can think of selling them.
Swalecliffe.
[With a gasp.] Five pounds? That would be two thousand five hundred.
George Winter.
[Turning to Colonel Boyce.] Wait a minute. Get on to Bishop and Jones.