That sounds awfully boring. [Jacob glances over his shoulder, to Ned, of course, then at the book he'd gotten for him. He didn't want it shoved with these and forgotten... hm. He'll just have to shove it in his desk somewhere before he leaves.]

Well, Wynert... if it weren't for the safes, I'd never guess you were running all of London. [He turns, clasping his hands together so he'd resist undoing one of the window locks. He couldn't do that while Ned was paying attention.] I'd imagine that's just a quarter of what you make in there, right?