Don't you think you'd be safer if you handed over your pocketbook to me ?" "Right you are!" Mr.Coulson declared, falling a little over on one side.

"Take it out of my pocket.

Be careful of it now.

There's five hundred francs there, and the plans of a loom which I wouldn't sell for a good many thousands." Mr.Gaynsforth possessed himself quickly of the pocketbook, and satisfied himself that his friend's description of its contents was fairly correct.
"You've nothing else upon you worth taking care of ?" he whispered.

"You can trust me, you know.