And if you add a million to that, and pile up the notes so high that they touch the ceiling, I remain Mr.James B.Coulson, travelling in patents for woollen machinery.

Now, if you'll get that firmly into your head and stick to it and believe it, there's no reason why you and I shouldn't have a pleasant evening." Mr.Gaynsforth, although he was an Englishman and young, showed himself to be possessed of a sense of humor.

He leaned back in his seat and roared with laughter.
"Mr.Coulson," he said, "I congratulate you and your employers.

To the lower regions with business! Help yourself to the oysters and pass the wine.".