Deacon could not speak. His throat lumped and he nodded his head as he reached for the cards.
"One thing more," Grief said. "I can do even better. If you lose, two years of your time are mine--naturally without wages. Nevertheless, I'll pay you wages. If your work is satisfactory, if you observe all instructions and rules, I'll pay you five thousand pounds a year for two years. The money will be deposited with the company, to be paid to you, with interest, when the time expires. Is that all right?"
"Too much so," Deacon stammered. "You are unfair to yourself. A trader only gets ten or fifteen pounds a month."
"Put it down to action, then," Grief said, with an air of dismissal. "And before we begin, I'll jot down several of the rules. These you will repeat aloud every morning during the
