"It’s plain enough those conversations don’t agree with him then," was the universal opinion. "He’s getting so jumpy and nervous, not half the man he was a little while ago." There was certainly something wrong with the Silver King. His double chin was fast disappearing, and his waistcoat hung in loose folds, instead of presenting the smooth expanse which had formerly been the wearer’s pride. His temper also did not improve as time went on, but became shorter and shorter, until at last even his own son grew afraid of him, and gave him as little of his company as was possible. "If only I had a better clue I’d drive the nail in harder," said Ben to himself after one of his periodical absences, "as it is, however, I’m apparently on the right tack, and if only I can get him to commit himself a little further by letting out something more definite when he’s speaking to me, I may be able to bring him altogether to his knees. I could of course make more public enquiries, but unfortunately I’ve not got quite a clean sheet myself, and I might perhaps find that I’d made it hot for Number One as well as for Mr. Thomas Algernon Field. Besides, I shall probably squeeze a good deal more out of him by working this little affair on my own hook than by letting someone else poach on my preserves. Whatever it is that he’s done, he’s in a blue funk over it, and would give anything to hush the matter up. I must just go cautiously to work, and in the meanwhile it’s extremely convenient to have such a handy bank to draw on whenever I choose." Ben jingled some money between his fingers as he spoke, with evident satisfaction, and puffed complacently at his cigar. "I wonder why he was in such a hurry to get me to sign the document that night," he mused. "If I hadn’t been half-seas over I’d have looked at it closer, but as it is I haven’t a notion what it was about, though I remember well the colour of the paper, and the burnt penholder. He hints darkly that I have let myself in for something that I’d be sorry for once I was found out, but I can’t help thinking that in that case he would be in a worse position than me. Anyhow, if we’re both in the same boat it won’t be to my advantage if I sink the craft by peaching to the world. I’d better go on as I’m doing for the present and reap the harvest I’m enjoying in consequence of his fears. I think I’ll walk up to Farncourt now, and give another twist to the screw. My last week in town was a roaring one, and the sovereigns flew. It’s fine fun to live like a millionaire every now and then.