[_Angrily._] You're trying to bamboozle me.
JOHN.
Nonsense.
JAMES.
Oh, yes, you are. Don't try to deny it. I can see through you as if you was a pane of glass. You people in the West End--you think you know everything.
JOHN.
I assure you....
JAMES.
[_Interrupting._] But I've had a City training, and you can lay anything you like there ain't no flies on me.
JOHN.
We're both men of the world, Mr. Bush. Will you do me a great favour as a--friend?
JAMES.
[_Suspiciously._] That depends on what it is.
JOHN.
It's merely to listen to me quietly for two or three minutes.
JAMES.
I don't mind doing that.
JOHN.
Well, the fact is--Basil's going away, and he wants to get rid of the furniture and the house. What d'you think it's worth, as an auctioneer?
JAMES.
[_Looking round._] It's a very different business what a thing's worth, and what it'll fetch.
JOHN.
Of course, but a clever man like you....
JAMES.
Now then, no bluff. I tell you it won't work with me.... D'you include plate and linen?
JOHN.
Everything.
JAMES.
Well, if it was well sold--by a man as knew his business....
JOHN.
If you sold it, for instance?
JAMES.
It might fetch a hundred pounds--it might fetch a hundred and fifty.
JOHN.
That wouldn't be a bad present to make to any one, would it?
JAMES.
No. I think I can agree with you there.
JOHN.
Well, Basil thought of giving the entire contents of the house to your mother and sister.
JAMES.
To tell you the truth, it's no more than he ought to do.
JOHN.
The condition is, of course, that nothing is said at the inquest.
JAMES.
[_With a sneer._] You make me laugh. D'you think you can gag me by giving a houseful of furniture to my mother?
JOHN.
I had no such exalted opinion of your disinterestedness, Mr. Bush. I come to you now.
JAMES.
[_Sharply._] What d'you mean by that?
JOHN.