“The bonds? You don’t say!”
“As true as you stand there.”
“Let me see them.”
Philip drew the bonds from his pocket, and handed them to Congreve.
The latter said, joyfully:
“You’re a trump, Phil!”
“Yes, I think I managed pretty well,” said Phil, complacently.
“Tell me how you did it.”
So Phil explained.
“You were in precious luck, I can tell you. I had no idea things would turn in your favor so. Let me see—here are two one-hundreds.”