"—Hopin' t'ave promp' action accordin' 'bove 'structions, remain yours ver' truly she's got it all reasoned out," concluded Breede.
"She just told me," said Bean; "little old steamer sailing Wednesday."
"Can't make y' out," said Breede.
That thing was getting tiresome.
"You're a puzzle to me, too," said Bean.
"Hanh! Wha's 'at? What kinda puzzle?"
"Same kind," said Bean, brightly.
"Hum!" said Breede, and pretended to search for a missing document. Then he eyed Bean again.
"Know how much you made on that Federal stuff?"
"I was going to ask a lawyer," confessed Bean. "I got a whole lot of margins or whatever you call 'em around at that broker's. Maybe he wouldn't mind letting me know."