“I’ll have the friend for whom I’m waiting put you onto something good.”

“Have you anything on hand?”

“What do you mean?”

“Simply that you let me into something where I can make a stamp.”

“I might take you in myself, only for one thing.”

“What is the objection?”

“I don’t know how far you can be trusted,” replied Bull.

“I wish you did know me well,” replied Hare.

“Would you, now?”

“Yes; I rather think you must be a pretty good one.”