So, a couple of minutes later, they were seated in the deserted lounge of a small hotel and Wynwood opened the ball with no delay.
“Now, I know we've never liked each other,” he said briskly, “but that's been mostly because of jealousy. I've always been jealous of you. As small boys, Aunt used to give you a quid and me a lousy five bob, and I didn't think it fair even then. Lately, she's been making you a good allowance and never given me a penny. She got her dander up, too, because I married a bar-maid, but I've got a damned fine missis and we're very happy.”
He took out a case and, giving Richard a cigarette, lighted one himself. “Now, Richard,” he went on, “let's be quite frank with one another. We were the only two relations Aunt had and I think it devilish unfair one of us should ha
