'Never mind, I know your friends.

They are your friends, are they not ?' 'I do not understand you,' said Morris.
'You had possibly something to do with a piano ?' suggested Gideon.
'A piano!' cried Morris, convulsively clasping Gideon by the arm.

'Then you're the other man! Where is it?
Where is the body?
And did you cash the draft ?' 'Where is the body?
This is very strange,' mused Gideon.

'Do you want the body ?' 'Want it ?' cried Morris.

'My whole fortune depends upon it! I lost it.
Where is it?
Take me to it?
'O, you want it, do you?
And the other man, Dickson--does he want it ?' enquired Gideon.
'Who do you mean by Dickson?
O, Michael Finsbury! Why, of course he does! He lost it too.