W. Pett Ridge

“ William West cut the black tape which encorded the large canvas parcel, and broke the big red wax seals. Meanwhile, Herr Barnoff, with affectation of entire unconcern rolled a cigarette and took up a financial paper.
"Bill," whispered Bushey 'to William West, "we shall 'ave to ply a game of bluff with this lager beer toff."
"Leave it to, me," said William West, "I never met the foreigner yet that I couldn't get the best of."
"They're a cloth-'eaded lot," agreed Mr. Bushey, lifting the flat folded bonds out. "They don't seem to 'ave no common-sense like us Englishmen." ”

“ Bushey hotly.
"Ver well. You can dake them elsewhere, if you like."
"You must excuse me, my friend," interrupted William West. "He's naturally rather hasty of temper, Don't take any notice of him."
"I do not brobose to do so," said Herr Barnoff suavely. "Dell me what kind of bonds those are?"
"Perhaps I'd better open the parcel?"
"That," said Herr Barnoff, "is a gapital idea. You English people think of every-ding." ”

“ Stand by, Bushey, and give me a hand if I want it, and you shall have a sum that you may well call ample."
"West," said Mr. Bushey, as they turned up the steps to London Bridge, "you was always a gentleman so far as manner is concerned, and I believe a more honester and a more straight forwarder man don't live. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it."
Mr. Bushey does not know to this day how the parcel of bonds was obtained. He only knows that William West walked into the station with a new brown portmanteau, and over his arm a rug, at the hour when the valuables arrived ”