`You’dbettertryoncemore，’saidGrimsby，leaningacrossthetable。Andthenhewinkedatme。
`I’venothingtotrywith。”saidthepoordevil，withaghastlysmile。
`Oh，Huntingdonwilllendyouwhatyouwant，’saidtheother。
`No；youheardmyoath，’answeredLowborough，turningawayinquietdespair。AndItookhimbythearmandledhimout。
`Isittobethelast，Lowborough？’Iasked，whenIgothimintothestreet。