don’t blame your nerves, dear boy,”

“only your head. Here are £500 going a-begging. There must be some way——”

“How would it do,”

“if I were to go in your place?”

I

I

Twiddel laughed and shook his head.

“Couldn’t be managed?”

“Couldn’t be managed?”

“Couldn’t possibly, I’m afraid.”

“Couldn’t possibly, I’m afraid.”

“No,” said Welsh. “I foresee difficulties.”

“No,”

“I foresee difficulties.”

He fished a pipe out of his pocket, filled and lit it, and leaned back in his chair gazing at the ceiling.

“Twiddel, my boy,” he said at length, “will you give me a percentage of the fee if I think of a safe dodge for getting the money and preserving your throat?”

“Twiddel, my boy,”

“will you give me a percentage of the fee if I think of a safe dodge for getting the money and preserving your throat?”

Twiddel laughed.

“Rather!” he said.

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