We will forget our nervous friend.

These little touches, Draconmeyer, my man, they mark the man of genius, mind you.

Did you notice how his eyes lit up when I whispered that one word 'Egypt'?
It is a great game when you bait your hook with men and fish for empires!" Draconmeyer gave an instruction to his chauffeur and leaned back.
"If we succeed,--" he began.
"Succeed ?" Selingman interrupted.

"Why, man alive, he is on our hooks already! Be at rest, my friend.

The affair is half arranged.