"Oh, Nonsense!" said Mr. Kirby, almost at the end of his patience. "Supposing someone knew that McAuley would take the money, there"
"Well?" said Mr. Brassington.
"Well, then, don't you see, he might make himself out a go-between and take a commission?"
"If I get the man" began Mr. Brassington again.
"Yes, yes, I know," said Mr. Kirby, "but you 've left that to me, and it's very wise of you. … There 's another thing you ought to have left to me. I 'm good at that sort of thing. And that 's your Green Overcoat."
Mr. Brassington started.
"Oh, I know you 're superstitious, Brassington. All you hard-headed, business men, or whatever you call yourselves, those that have got any brains at least (and there aren't many) show their brains by a little superstition. That 's my experience. I don't blame you. Only look here. If I get it for you …" and he began musing.
"I 'm not superstitious, Kirby," said Mr. Brassington uncomfortably.
He rose as though the very mention of the garment had disturbed him.
