‘And now,’ said Michael, ’hear what I propose to do.  Here, John and Morris, is the leather business made over to the pair of you in partnership.  I have valued it at the lowest possible figure, Pogram and Jarris’s.  And here is a cheque for the balance of your fortune.  Now, you see, Morris, you start fresh from the commercial academy; and, as you said yourself the leather business was looking up, I suppose you’ll probably marry before long.  Here’s your marriage present—­from a Mr Moss.’

Morris bounded on his cheque with a crimsoned countenance.

‘I don’t understand the performance,’ remarked John.  ’It seems too good to be true.’

‘It’s simply a readjustment,’ Michael explained.  ’I take up Uncle Joseph’s liabilities; and if he gets the tontine, it’s to be mine; if my father gets it, it’s mine anyway, you see.  So that I’m rather advantageously placed.’

‘Morris, my unconverted friend, you’ve got left,’ was John’s comment.

‘And now, Mr Forsyth,’ resumed Michael, turning to his silent guest, ’here are all the criminals before you, except Pitman.  I really didn’t like to interrupt his scholastic career; but you can have him arrested at the seminary—­I know his hours.  Here we are then; we’re not pretty to look at:  what do you propose to do with us?’

‘Nothing in the world, Mr Finsbury,’ returned Gideon.  ’I seem to understand that this gentleman’—–­indicating Morris—­’is the fons et origo of the trouble; and, from what I gather, he has already paid through the nose.  And really, to be quite frank, I do not see who is to gain by any scandal; not me, at least.  And besides, I have to thank you for that brief.’

Michael blushed.  ’It was the least I could do to let you have some business,’ he said.  ’But there’s one thing more.  I don’t want you to misjudge poor Pitman, who is the most harmless being upon earth.  I wish you would dine with me tonight, and see the creature on his native heath—­say at Verrey’s?’

‘I have no engagement, Mr Finsbury,’ replied Gideon.  ’I shall be delighted.  But subject to your judgement, can we do nothing for the man in the cart?  I have qualms of conscience.’

‘Nothing but sympathize,’ said Michael.