I'll help you chase that down, and you can afford to spare me five thousand.

Why, Johnny, I'm a poor sucker that has made the unfortunate financial mistake of being crooked; and you're the luckiest cuss in the world.

To begin with, you're square; and that's the biggest stroke of luck that can happen.

Everybody likes you, you're a swift money-maker, and you've got a girl--now don't get chesty--that would make any man go out and chew bulldogs." Johnny reflected over that statement and turned a trifle bitter.

He had no million dollars; he had no friends; he had no girl! He contemplated calling the police.
The telephone bell rang.
"Hello, Polly," he said vigorously into the interrupting instrument, and then Collaton, watching him anxiously, saw his face light up like a Mardi Gras illumination.