I've got some four thousand myself, in red, red gold.

All I have in the world--wish it was more." His blithe insouciance was irresistibly charming.
"Get down to business, old fellow," said Archibald.

"What's the lay ?" "This is all confidential, between gentlemen, you understand ?" All nodded.

"You know young Post is in hiding?
Well, I've been in touch with him all along.

He's tired of skulking and wants me to sell that house his mother left him, strictly on the Q.T.