"If you'd care to know what we're going to do," said Mrs. Molloy definitely, "we're not going to hang around waiting for any chances to come along sort of natural. We're going to slip a couple of knock-out drops in old man Carmody's port one night after dinner and clear out with the stuff while...." "Knock-out drops?" said Chimp, impressed. "Have you got any knock-out drops?" "Sure we've got knock-out drops. Soapy never travels without them." "The madam always packs them in their little bottle first thing before even my clean collars," said Mr. Molloy proudly. "So you see, everything's all arranged, Chimpie." "Yeah?" said Mr. Twist, "and how about me?" "How do you mean, how about you?" "It seems to me," pointed out Mr. Twist, eyeing his business partner in rather an unpleasant manner with his beady little eyes, "that you're asking me to take a pretty big chance. While you're doping the old man I'll be twenty miles away at Healthward Ho. How am I to know you won't go off with the stuff and leave me to whistle for my share?" It is only occasionally that one sees a man who cannot believe his ears, but anybody who had been in Mr. Carmody's study at this moment would have been able to enjoy that interesting experience. A long moment of stunned and horrified amazement passed before Mr. Molloy was able to decide that he really had heard correctly. "Chimpie! You don't suppose we'd double-cross you?" "Ee-magine!" said Mrs. Molloy. "Well, mind you don't," said Mr. Twist coldly. "But you can't say I'm not taking a chance. And now, talking turkey for a moment, how do we share?" "Equal shares, of course, Chimpie." "You mean half for me and half for you and Dolly?" Mr. Molloy winced as if the mere suggestion had touched an exposed nerve. "No, no, no, Chimpie! You get a third, I get a third, and the madam gets a third." "Not on your life!" "What!" "Not on your life. What do you think I am?" "I don't know," said Mrs. Molloy acidly. "But, whatever it is, you're the only one of it." "Is that so?" "Yes, that is so." "Now, now, now," said Mr. Molloy, intervening. "Let's not get personal. I can't figure this thing out, Chimpie. I can't see where your kick comes in. You surely aren't suggesting that you should ought to have as much as I and the wife put together?" "No, I'm not. I'm suggesting I ought to have more." "What!" "Sixty-forty's my terms." A feverish cry rang through the room, a cry that came straight from a suffering heart. The temperamental Mrs. Molloy was very near the point past which a sensitive woman cannot be pushed. "Every time we get together on one of these jobs," she said, with deep emotion, "we always have this same fuss about the divvying up. Just when everything looks nice and settled you start this thing of trying to hand I and Soapy the nub end of the deal. What's the matter with you that you always want the earth? Be human, why can't you, you poor lump of Camembert." "I'm human all right."