“Your captain, once more.”
Thomas Wildfang sat up on the side of the bed, and spoke his next words cautiously in Turlington’s ear.
“Another man in the way?”
“Yes.”
The giant shook his bald, bestial head dolefully. “Too late. I’m past the job. Look here.”
He held up his hand, and showed it trembling incessantly. “I’m an old man,” he said, and let his hand drop heavily again on the bed beside him.
Turlington looked at the door, and whispered back,
“The man is as old as you are. And the money is worth having.”
“How much?”
“A hundred pounds.”