Rab noticed Miles stressing a little and laughed. "Relax, Bletchely," he said, "You're overthinking things. You will wait for the messengers to come to you... then you come to us. Simple, really. And on busy nights like this... you keep your ears open. I know that you can do it, Miles. I know you won't let us down." Because I'll give you to Bella if you don't... and trust me, you don't want to be around her right now...
He laughed. "Don't worry about things upstairs. I'm sure it will come together for you," he said, knowing what Rodolphus had in mind for the upstairs.
He pulled a pouch from his pocket and tossed it on the desk, the cling of money loud. "Our deal was for 50 Galleons. Rodolphus has matched that amount, and it will come every month. I trust you can keep things together."