The million pound banknote

But he said that wasn't important. He was quite happy to let the small amount be paid another time. I said I might not be in his neighborhood again for a long time. But he said it didn't matter, he could wait. Also, I could have anything I wanted, any time I chose, and just pay him back whenever I was ready. He said he wasn't afraid to trust a rich gentleman like me, just because I had a sense of humour and liked to make a joke with people in the way I was dressed.

By this time another customer was entering, and the landlord hinted to me to put the banknote out of sight. He bowed at me all the way to the door. Then I wenr straight to that house and those brothers. I wanted to correct the mistake which had been made before the police started hunting for me to correct the mistake as well. I was pretty nervous; in fact, I was pretty badly frightened. Of course, there was no way that it was my fault. But I knew people well enough to know that if they find they've given a beggar a million-pound banknote when they thought it was one pound, they will be furious with him instead of being upset that they did not look properly, as they should have done.

As I approached the house I began to worry less. All was quiet there, which made me feel sure the huge mistake had not been discovered yet. I rang the doorbell. The same servant appeared. I asked for those gentlemen whom I had talked to earlier.

'They are gone.' He said this in the slightly rude, cold way of that type of servant.
'Gone? Gone where?'
'On a journey.'