'How did you come in possession of that--that acceptance?' 'For information on that point I refer you to Mr. Acrodato; though I don't advise you to apply for it. So long as he continues to believe that you are me all will be merry as a marriage bell; the moment he suspects that he's been tricked the band will begin to play.' 'Give me that bill and I'll give you a quittance for the money you've taken, and nothing shall be said of what you've done.' 'You'll do all that, and more--without my giving you the bill.' 'Are you proposing to blackmail me?' 'I'm proposing nothing of the kind. I'm proposing to keep that bill; that's all. So soon as it comes to my ears that you've given any one--it doesn't matter who--the least cause to suspect that it isn't you who've been Marquis of Twickenham all the way along you'll hear I've got it--not till.' 'But, Carruthers, or Babbacombe, or Merrett, or whatever your name is----' 'My name, sir, is James Merrett; and don't you ever let on that you knew me as Carruthers at San Francisco, or anywhere else.' 'It seems to me that between us we've got a good many things we don't want people to know of.' 'You've hit it. That's the point to which I've been trying to bring you. Let's sit on them together.' 'Merrett, I quite recognise that you're the stronger man.' 'Recognition's something.' 'But, whether you choose to admit it or not, you've got me in a hole. While it is quite possible, and even probable, that in starting to be Marquis on your own account you've cleared the ground for me in some directions, in asking me to continue on your lines undiscovered, you are setting me a task which is beyond my powers.' 'I see that you are trying to get somewhere. Get.' 'It is quite possible that I may become a monk.' 'A what?' 'A monk. For the past five years I've been living the life of a religious.' 'You don't say! It sounds funny.' 'Therefore you will easily perceive that I am scarcely prepared to take upon myself all at once the responsibilities of the position which--you have arranged for me.' 'Get on. You do move slow.' 'Merrett, I want you to stand by me, and help me through the troubles I see ahead.' 'What do you mean by standing by--and what's your idea of helping?' 'Can't you, with your fertile brain, see some means of rendering me assistance without--compromising either of us?' Again Mr. Merrett whistled.