"Good friends, Stirling."
"And I can talk pretty freely to you?"
"I see your drift—you think Lem Wacker had a hand in this burglary?"
"I certainly do."
"Well, I'll say that I don't think he's beyond it," observed the watchman. "You'll find, though, he only had a hand in it. His way is generally using someone else for a cat's-paw."
"I am going to ask you to do something for me," resumed Bart seriously—"I'm going to get back that trunk—I've got to get it back."
"The company ought to provide you with a safe, decent building."
"That will come in time."
"No one can blame you. They can't expect you to sit up watching all night, nor carrying trunks to bed with you for safe-keeping."
"No, but the head office, while it might stand an accidental fire, will not stand a big loss on top of it. My ability to handle this express proposition successfully is at stake and, besides that, I would rather have almost anybody about my ears than Mrs. Harrington."