Oh yes. You owe me a little matter of twenty-odd pounds I believe. Well if you want to pay it, come to my place of business. l don't conduct my affairs in the teeth of inclement weather
l cant pay you
lm not surprised
Not unless you give me more time
Did l ask you for more time to lend you the money?
Then why should you ask me for more time to pay it back?
Cant take me wife to a debtors prison!
Then leave her behind. Why should she go to a debtors prison anyway? She didnt borrow the twenty pounds, you did. What does your wife got to do with it? For that matter, what have l got to do with it? Good afternoon
But Mr. Scrooge, its Christmas!
Christmas has even less to do with it my dear sir than your wife has or l have. You still owe me twenty pounds and you are not in the position to repay if it was in the middle of a heat wave on August bank holiday. Good afternoon
The attempt on Nordberg’s life left me shaken and disturbed, and all the questions kept coming up over and over again, like bubbles in a case of club soda.
Who was this character in the hospital? And why was he trying to kill Nordberg? And for whom?
Did Ludwig lie to me? I didn’t have any proof, but somehow, I didn’t entirely trust him either. Why was the ‘I Luv You’ not listed in Ludwig’s records? And if it was, did he know about it? And if he didn’t, who did? And where the hell was I?