“But I thought we’d all agreed that you don’t need the gold?” he said. In fact, they hadn’t, but it was worth a try. “Ah, yes, but it’s got to be there somewhere,” said Mr. Drayman. “It keeps banks honest,” said Mr. Poleforth, in the tone of plonking certainty that is the hallmark of that most knowledgeable of beings, The Man In The Pub. “But I thought you understood,” said Moist. “You don’t need the gold!” “Right, sir, right,” said Mr. Poleforth soothingly. “Just so long as it’s there.”
