And I say, Mallett--may I ask you something more ?...

I don't like to pester you with questions----" "Go on, my friend.

I take it as a clean compliment from a clean-cut man." Delancy coloured, checked, but presently found voice to continue: "That's very good of you; I thought I might speak to you about this Greensleeve & Co.'s failure before Mrs.Dysart returns." "Certainly," said Duane, surprised; "what about them?
They acted for Dysart at one time, didn't they ?" "They do now." "Are you sure ?" "Yes, I am.

I didn't want to say so before Mrs.Dysart.But the afternoon papers have it.

I don't know why they take such a malicious pleasure in harrying Dysart--unless on account of his connections with that Yo Espero crowd--what's their names ?--Skelton! Oh, yes, James Skelton--and Emanuel Klawber with his thirty millions and his string of banks and trusts and mines; and that plunger, Max Moebus, and old Amos Flack--Flack the hack stalking-horse of every bull-market, who laid down on his own brokers and has done everybody's dirty work ever since.