"What's the use? You wouldn't take my word. They're a cheap lot, beneath contempt in my estimation. There's not one of them clever enough for the business. Jack Forbush comes the nearest to it, and probably is the one. The way he keeps his eye on me makes me suspect him. Or is he, too, playing my game?"
"How can I tell? How can I tell anything from what you say? I'll have to look into the matter myself. Give me the names and addresses and I'll look the parties up. Get their rating, so to speak. Leave it to me, and I'll land the old man's confidential clerk."
"Here's the list. I thought you might want it."
"Where's the girl's name?"
"The girl! Oh, pshaw!"
"Put her name down just the same."
"There, then. Grace Lee. Address, 74 East —— Street. And now swear on the honor of a gentleman——"
Beau Johnson pulled the rim of Fellows's hat over his eyes to suggest what he thought of this demand.