"Let me say, Mr. Pillgrim, that flattery and threats are all the same to me."
"Somers, you have me on the hip."
"I know it."
"You have won the game."
"I know it."
"I am in your power."
"I know it."
Pillgrim appeared to be hopeless and disconcerted.
"Somers, I have, in a bank in Philadelphia, fifty thousand dollars."
"What bank?"