While I think of it, I wish you would take this key and unlock the top drawer in my dressing table.

See if there is an envelope there, will you?
There is, eh?
Open it.

Count the bills, Braden." He lay back, with tightly closed eyes, while Braden counted the package of five hundred dollar bank-notes.
"There are fifty thousand dollars here, grandfather," said the young man huskily.
"'Pon my soul, they are more honest than I imagined.

Well, well, the world is getting better." "What shall I do with this money, sir?
You shouldn't have it lying around loose with all these--" "You may deposit it to my account in the Fifth Avenue Bank to-morrow.

It is of absolutely no use to me now.