I think you will find there are--mysterious things going on." "Well, you have not told us what you want of us, Mr.Slush," said Frank.
"That's so--forgot it." Then, of a sudden, to Bruce: "Don't twirl your thumbs--that way.

Do it backward--backward! It--it's a sure sign of--disaster to twirl your thumbs--forward." "All right," grunted the big fellow; "backward it is." And he reversed the motion.
"Thank you," breathed Mr.Slush, with a show of relief.

"Now, I'll tell you--why I called.

I--er--saw a young man--leaving this room--a few minutes ago." "Yes." "Mr.Bloodgood." "Yes." "I--I have taken an interest in--Mr.Bloodgood.

I--I think he is--a rather nice young man." "I don't admire your taste," came from Jack.
"Eh?
I don't know him--very well.