It takes a man with brains to use a piece of luck as you used it.

I've waited a long time here for a man with your sort of brains and, by Judas, for a while I thought they were all as dead as Pinkerton.

But now I know there's one of them alive at any rate--and it's a hell of a relief." "Thank you, sir," said the tall man, smiling and sitting down.

He took a cigar and lit it.

"That makes it easier, sir--your telling me that.
Because--I've come to ask a favor." "All right," responded the chief promptly.