If this is not enough, let me know.

Kind regards to the wife--and take care of yourself, old man.

In haste, your old friend----' "Pound those off, Miss Stanley.

Jim"-- this to the silently industrious bookkeeper--"how much have we got at the Marine ?" After swift search in a little black book the bookkeeper looked up--"Seven thousand six hundred-twenty, sir," he replied respectfully.
"I'll give you enough to make out ten thousand to honor old Joe's draft," ruminated Mitchell, twirling the safe-knobs deftly.

"You take it round and deposit it.