Now, put it in a business form, what can I do for you?
Make your offer, and let's see where we are." Mr.Gaynsforth began to recover himself.

It did not follow, because he had made one mistake, that he was to lose the game.
"I am neither a detective, Mr.Coulson," he said, "nor a secret service agent,--in fact, I am nothing of that sort at all.

I have a friend, however, who for certain reasons does not care to approach you himself, but who is nevertheless very much interested in a particular event, or rather incident, in which you are concerned." "Good!" Mr.Coulson declared.

"Get right on." "That friend," Mr.Gaynsforth continued calmly, "is prepared to pay a thousand pounds for full information and proof as to the nature of those papers which were stolen from Mr.Hamilton Fynes on the night of March 22nd." "A thousand pounds," Mr.Coulson repeated.

"Gee whiz!" "He is also," the Englishman continued, "prepared to pay another thousand for a satisfactory explanation of the murder of Mr.Richard Vanderpole on the following day." "Say, your friend's got the stuff!" Mr.Coulson remarked admiringly.
"My friend is not a poor man," Mr.Gaynsforth admitted.