"Stryker," he said steadily, "give me the four pounds and let's have no more nonsense; or else hand over my things at once." "Daffy," Stryker told vacancy, with conviction. "Lor' luv me if I sees 'ow he ever 'ad sense enough to escype. W'y, yer majesty!" and he bowed, ironic. "I 'ave given you yer quid." "Just about as much as I gave you that pearl pin," retorted Kirkwood hotly.