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That I'd better get."
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How much?"
How much what?"
Sulphur."
Ton. See?"
Bensington tightened his glasses with a hand tremulous with
determination. "Right," he said, very curtly.
"Money in your pocket?" asked Cossar.
"
Hang cheques. They may not know you. Pay cash. Obviously. Where's your
bank? All right. Stop on the way and get forty pounds--notes and gold."
Another meditation. "If we leave this job for public officials we shall
have all Kent in tatters," said Cossar. "Now is there--anything? No!
HI!"
He stretched a vast hand towards a cab that became convulsively eager to
serve him ("Cab, Sir?" said the cabman. "Obviously," said Cossar); and
Bensington, still hatless, paddled down the steps and prepared to mount.
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