That doesn't suit me.

I happen to need your help." "My help ?" Dredlinton repeated.

"The poor little spider to help the mighty Phipps! You're not finding difficulties in the way of your suit, are you ?" "If I do, it will be the worse for you," was the gruff reply.

"As you're going on now, Dredlinton, it will be your wife, and your wife alone, who'll keep you out of jail before many weeks are past.

How about that cheque to Farnham and Company last week?
Farnham's say they never got it, but I hear it's come back through the bank with a queer endorsement upon it." Dredlinton caught at the tablecloth.