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Three times the rogue at the table refused to go on writing , and three times his master went to the door , the rattle of the door handle always inspiring the scribe to renewed energy . When the thing was finished Jones read it over , blotted it , and put it in his pocket with the cheque . `` Now you can go , '' said he . `` I will send a man to-morrow morning at eight o'clock to your home for the papers . I will not use this letter against you , unless you give trouble -- Well , what do you want ? '' `` Brandy , '' gasped Voles . `` For God 's sake some brandy . ''