That's all it cost." "Well, it ain't worth eleven hundred and fifty-five cents.

You ought to know that.

I don't get your idea.

That stuff's deader'n Adam's cat!" "It might be worth something--some day." "How ?" "It mightn't be so dead--not if we went into it," said Bibbs, coolly.
"Oh!" Sheridan considered this musingly; then he said, "Who'd you buy it from ?" "A broker--Fansmith." "Well, he must 'a' got it from one o' the crowd o' poor ninnies that was soaked with it.

Don't you know who owned it ?" "Yes, I do." "Ain't sayin', though?
That it?
What's the matter ?" "It belonged to Mr.Vertrees," said Bibbs, shortly, applying himself to his desk.
"So!" Sheridan gazed down at his son's thin face.