But he doesn't need it now that he's dead! And the blankets and bed-curtains! He doesn't need them either!'
'You took the shirt off a dead body, and the blankets and curtains off his bed, while he was lying there! Well' well!'
said Joe, shaking his head. 'Here's your money.' And he counted out several shillings into the women's hands.
'Ha ha ha!' laughed the first women. 'He frightened everyone away when he was alive, and we've made money out of him now that he's dead! Ha ha ha!'
Scrooge felt sick and angry at the same time. 'Spirit,'he said, 'I could be that unhappy man. Good Heavens, what's this?'
Joe and the women had disappeared, and Scrooge was standing in a dark room. Opposite him was a bed, with no blankets or curtains.