Edgar Wallace

“ He noticed the slow-spreading alarm on Sir Isaac’s face. “Look here,” he said, “I’ll arrange to pay you back that money I’ve got. I’ll give you bills—”
Black laughed. “You’re an amusing devil,” he said. “You and your bills! I can write bills myself, can’t I? I’d as soon take a crossing-sweeper’s bills as yours. Why, there’s enough of your paper in London to feed Sandford’s furnaces for a week.” ”

“ Partnerships are always being dissolved, it’s what they’re for,” he said with an attempt at humour. “And I must confess I don’t like some of your schemes.”
“You don’t like!” Black turned round on him with a savage oath. “Do you like the money you’ve got for it? The money paid in advance for touting new clients? The money given to you to settle your debts at the club? You’ve got to go through with it, Ikey, and if you don’t, I’ll tell the whole truth to Verlond and to every pal you’ve got.”
“They wouldn’t believe you,” said Sir Isaac calmly. ”

“ He stammered and spluttered.
“What do you want?” asked Black with a frown.
“Well, to tell the truth,” said Sir Isaac, with a pathetic attempt to be firm, “I think it is about time that you and I dissolved partnership.”
“What do you mean?” asked Black.
“Well, you know, I’m getting talked about,” said the other disjointedly. “People are spreading lies about me, and one or two chaps recently have asked me what business you and I are engaged in, and—it’s worrying me. Black.” he said with the sudden exasperation of a weak man. ”