ThepackedhousesgavenoanswerDicklookeddownthelonglightlessstreetsandattheappallingrushoftraffic’Oh，yourabbit-hutches！’
saidhe，addressingarowofhighlyrespectablesemi-detachedresidences’Doyouknowwhatyou’vegottodolateron？Youhavetosupplymewithmen-servantsandmaid-servants，’——herehesmackedhislips，——’andthepeculiartreasureofkingsMeantimeI’llclothesandboots，andpresentlyIwillreturnandtrampleonyou。’Hesteppedforwardenergetically；hesawthatoneofhisshoeswasburstatthesideAshestoopedtomakeinvestigations，amanjostledhimintothegutter’Allright，’hesaid。
’That’sanothernickinthescoreI’lljostleyoulateron。’
Goodclothesandbootsarenotcheap，andDicklefthislastshopwiththecertaintythathewouldberespectablyarrayedforatime，butwithonlyfiftyshillingsinhispocketHereturnedtostreetsbytheDocks，andlodgedhimselfinoneroom，wherethesheetsonthebedwerealmostaudiblymarkedincaseoftheft，andwherenobodyseemedtogotobedatallWhenhisclothesarrivedhesoughttheCentralSouthernSyndicateforTorpenhow’saddress，andgotit，withtheintimationthattherewasstillsomemoneywaitingforhim。
’Howmuch？’saidDick，asonewhohabituallydealtinmillions。