 Small bills. Good. I'll return it to the safe. Mr. Thatcher might get in early. You'll have it all ready for him. And I'll be back later this afternoon. Now, you've got to get some sleep. I know, but every time I close my eyes, I see him. Forget him, will you? I told you, it's only your imagination. All right. I'll go to sleep. Well, before you go, fix me another bromide, will you?