"I know a good deal of things," he said, stretching his arms and yawning as he said it.
"Yes, Mr. Bailey, certainly," said Mr. Clutterbuck fervently.
"Well then, if I just tell you a simple little dodge—don't think it too simple—just take it as a tip from me, and I'll see you through. I mean what I say. I don't think I'd do it for anybody else. Try the Anapootra Ruby Mines."
CHAPTER XI
The name of the Anapootra Ruby Mines—that name of power—left Mr. Clutterbuck as blank as ever.
It couldn't be a medicine by the name of it, and if it was an investment, he hadn't come for any advice of that sort. He thought he knew his way about there.
"I don't understand what you mean," he said a little bluntly, for of late his courage had increased with his worries.
"Why," said Mr. Bailey, as though it were the simplest thing in the world, "the Anapootra Ruby Mines. Talk about 'em. Say you're interested in 'em. It'll work marvels."