Part 35 (2/2)
”Come for your second and final hundred--eh?”
Flitch stared at the carpet, crushi+ng his cloth cap in his hand, and uttered the most unexpected reply that had ever entered Bullard's ears
”No, ape becarin ”I see! You want me to keep it till you sail Wisemoney!--you! When do you want it, then?
You had better tell me where to send it, as next week Imoistened his lips, interrupted quietly with--
”I don't want yer money, mister,--now or ever”
”What the devil do you mean?”
”I've joined the areant sober?”
Flitch made an attempt, not very successful, to draw himself up and face the scoffer ”The Salvation Ar Flitch spoke again aardly and in jerks
”That night up yonder about finished me I've turned over a new leaf The Captain said it wasn't too late, if--if I repented of all my many sins”
”It'll take you a while to do that, won't it?” said Bullard, sneering to cover his perplexity
”No doubt, mister”
”And so you are aboveto pay ot froot it now, mister Fifteen bob and coppers in ine you are going to get out of this country without my help?”
”Goin' to stay and face any music that likes to play That”--said Flitch, still quietly--”is what I' with the nugget on his chain ”Well,” he said, ”as it happens, I haven't got many hundreds just now to throw about, but I expect you'll change your ins to play--only I warn you, it may be too late then That's all! Nohat about your prisoner? How did you leave him?”
Flitch hesitated before he said: ”That's one o' things I'oin' to tell ye about,breath and faced his patron, fairly and squarely
”Mr Marvel's gone,” he said
”What?”
”I was fearin' ye ave hily was Bullard's face; his body was rigid; his jaorked stiffly ”You--you damned fool!”
The other drew his cru forehead ”I was thinkin' ye wouldn't be extra pleased,” he said, ”but I'm for no more blood on me hands--no, nor other crimes, neither Now,” he went on, and his voice wavered, ”now for the second thing Mr Alan Craig--”
”Idiot of idiots, he's in London at this moment! You'd better clear--that is, after I'ood news, ht wi' Mr Alan Craig--wait a moment!--and saved _you_ from another dirty sin I knohat ye had in the parcel that night, mister; I saw ye fixin' up the infernal--”