'I thought you were never in town at this time, Morphew resumed. 'I want to get away, but can't afford it; devilish low-water with me. I must have a bicycle. With that and the camera I may just manage to live; often there seems little enough to live for. Tripcony? Oh, Tripcony's a damned swindler; I've given him up. Speculation isn't quite so simple as I imagined.
Suppose I make that every now and then, it's worth the trouble, you know it mounts up. And I shall never stand to lose much. You see, it's Tripcony's interest that I should make profits. 'I'm not quite sure of that. 'Oh, but it is! Let me explain These two had come to know each other under peculiar circumstances a year ago.