"However, I have been instructed by a person who need not be named, who has indeed stipulated that no name shall be mentioned, to advance you the sum of five hundred guineas, which I have here in my drawer, and which I will now proceed to count out to you if you, in the mean time, will sign this receipt, which acquits me of all responsibility and certifies that I have handed the money over to you without rebate or reduction."
And with that the man pulled open a drawer and began to count out the glittering gold.
I sprang to my feet and brought my fist down on the table with a thump. "Now, by the Great Book of Kells, what do you mean by chopping and changing like a rudderless lugger in a ten-knot breeze? If the expedition is possible, and you had the money in your drawer all the time, why could n't you have spoken it out like a man, without raising me to the roof and dropping me into the cellar in the way you 've done?"
The man looked unruffled across the table at me. He pushed a paper a little farther from him, and said without any trace of emotion:
"Will you sign that receipt at the bottom, if you please?"
I sat down and signed it, but I would rather have jabbed a pen between his close-set lips to give him a taste of his own ink. Then I sat quiet and watched him count the gold, placing it all in neat little pillars before him. When it was finished, he said:
"Will you check the amount?"
"Is that gold mine?" I asked him.
"It is," he replied.
So I rose up without more ado and shovelled it
