Amidst a screen of dust and smoke, Arthur was supporting the pricey Frenchman up the stairs towards the deck, step by step.
In Arthur's coat pocket, there was still a clean, white receipt, which was the deposit Fred received for the kidnapping—a five-hundred-pound bearer check from the Rothschild bank.
While assisting the Frenchman upward, Arthur asked, "You really don't come cheap, do you? The deposit for kidnapping you was five hundred pounds. If I were to take you back to Paris, the reward could even tempt me. Just who are you, this French fatso, to be worth so much?"
Upon hearing this, the Frenchman couldn't help but give Arthur a glare, "Although I am quite polite, if you continue to address me with that disparaging epithet, I refuse to answer any questions!"
"Oh, my apologies, sir. I really shouldn't have used that derogatory prefix; it indeed lacks basic politeness and respect."