“Sixty times sixty is three thousand six hundred, which makes three thousand six hundred seconds in an hour.
There are twenty-four hours in a day, so multiply three thousand six hundred by twenty-four
to find the number of seconds in a day and you arrive at a figure of eighty-six thousand four hundred.
There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, as you know,
which makes thirty-one million five hundred and thirty-six thousand seconds in a year,
or three hundred and fifteen million three hundred and sixty thousand seconds in ten years. How long do you reckon you'll live, Mr Figaro?”
“Well,” stammered Mr Figaro, thoroughly disconcerted by now, “I hope to live to seventy or eighty, God willing.”
“Very well,” pursued the man in gray. “Let's call it seventy, to be on the safe side.
Multiply three hundred and fifteen million three hundred and sixty thousand by seven
and you get a grand total of two billion two hundred and seven million five hundred and twenty thousand seconds.”
He chalked this figure up on the mirror in outsize numerals - 2,207,520,000 - and underlined it several times.
“That, Mr Figaro, is the extent of the capital at your disposal.”
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