conroy
[Drawing maynard aside as he is about to go out, and whispering.
Need any—ready money?
maynard
[Grinning.
There were a half dozen brethren on the steps as I came out, who implied they were broke, and wouldn't object to a loan.
conroy
[Taking a wallet from his pocket and handing it to Maynard, after he has made sure that Grosvenor and Pollen are not looking.
Here. Help the poor devils along.
maynard