The million pound banknote

'You are quite right, sir, quite right. One moment - let me show you out of the shop, sir. There - good day, sir, good day.'

Well, don't you see what was going to happen after that? I simply started buying whatever I wanted, and asking for change. Within a week I had everything I needed to be comfortable. I stayed at an expensive private hotel in Hanover Square. I ate my dinners there, but for breakfast I kept going to Harris's humble eating place, the place where I had got my first meal on my million-pound banknote. Thanks to me, things were going well for Harris. The news had got out that the foreign crazy man who carried million-pound bills in his pocket always ate at the place. That was enough. From being a poor, struggling, little business that did not make much money, Harris' eating place had become famous, and overcrowded with customers.

Harris was so grateful that kept lending me money, and would not let me say no. So, I was a poor man who had money to spend. I lived like the rich and the great. I judged that sooner or later things were going to go wrong; but I was in this mess now, and I had to swim across it or drown.