Foden said: "Who knows? I'm going to talk to this fellow Fells to-morrow. Possibly that's the end of it as far as I'm concerned, but somehow I don't think it will be. Quayle asked me what I wanted that money for and I told him I wanted to get back to Morocco. That interested him. I think there's still going to be a lot of trouble in Morocco," said Foden. "It's an odd sort of country. Maybe Quayle thinks I might be useful to him over there."
"You never know your luck," said Greeley. "It looks to me as if you're on a good thing. Funny you runnin' into me like that in that pub the first night you came over here. It's just as if there's a sort of luck, isn't it—some fellers have it and some don't?"
Foden said: "Well, you haven't got any grouses, Horace. You've got two fifty-pound notes in yo
