'YOU know. What is it? Northkey.'
'Westlock,' rejoined Tom, in rather a louder tone than usual.
'Ah! to be sure,' said Martin, 'Westlock. I knew it was something
connected with a point of the compass and a door. Well! and what says
Westlock?'
'Oh! he has come into his property,' answered Tom, nodding his head, and
smiling.
'He's a lucky dog,' said Martin. 'I wish it were mine instead. Is that
all the mystery you were to tell me?'
'No,' said Tom; 'not all.'
'What's the rest?' asked Martin.
'For the matter of that,' said Tom, 'it's no mystery, and you won't
think much of it; but it's very pleasant to me. John always used to say
when he was here, "Mark my words, Pinch. When my father's executors cash
up"--he used strange expressions now and then, but that was his way.'
'Cash-up's a very good expression,' observed Martin, 'when other people
don't apply it to you. Well!--What a slow fellow you are, Pinch!'
'Yes, I am I know,' said Tom; 'but you'll make me nervous if you tell me
so. I'm afraid you have put me out a little now, for I forget what I was
going to say.
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