Come along out of this, where we can regain our aplomb.

We've seen enough, for once." He turned to Herzog.
"For God's sake, man," cried he, "cork that magic bottle of yours, before all the oxygen-genii escape, or you'll have us both under the table! And, see here," he added, pulling out his check-book, while Flint stared in amazed disgust.

"Here, take a blank check." He took his fountain pen and scrawled his name on one.

"The amount?
That's up to you.

Now, let us out," he bade, as Herzog stood there regarding the check with entire uncomprehension.