When I looked at him I thought how much I had to be thankful for that I didn't have to meet him under other distressing circumstances of a dark night.
In fact I figured that I was in just thirty cents.
Well, he was the last fellow you'd ever suspect of having a streak of humor in his make-up.
He objected to being called a thief.
"I've a trade, your honor."
"What is it?" demanded the judge.
"Locksmith."
"Just so; and what were you doing in the bank when the policemen took you?"
"Making a bolt for the door, sure."