"Well, that's one on us! Who put you on ?" "I kept at the bell until the door opened and then I saw Thatcher's son.
He told me." "Oh, the family idiot let you in, did he?
Then there's no telling whether it's true or not.

He's nutty, that fellow.

Didn't know he was here." "I believe he told me the truth.

His father's on his way to New York." "Well, that sounds definite; but it doesn't make any difference now.
We've just had a tip to let the deal alone.

For God's sake, keep at the law, Harwood; this business is hell." The city editor bit a fat cigar savagely.