You can just run in to the nearest bank with me and indorse it, Mr.Mitchell.Sorry I haven't the cash with me." Thus Steve, his clumsy innocence eluding the toils with all the grace of an agile hippopotamus.
The grafters glanced at each other.

But Mitchell was equal to the emergency.
"No need to bother you, Mr.Thompson, thanks, all the same," he said suavely.

"Archibald, just give me what you've got and I'll run over to Jersey City with John.

Traffic Manager of the Pennsylvania is a friend of mine.

If he's in his office I'll get it of him.