"Couldn't you make an A—B case out of it?"
"Maybe I could if I knew what an A—B case was."
"Call the people mixed up in it A and B."
"And forget, halfway through, who was which! No; I guess I'll have to trust you."
"I'll play square."
The little man fastened his eyes on Ashe's in a piercing stare. Ashe met them smilingly. His spirits, always fairly cheerful, had risen high by now. There was something about the little man, in spite of his brusqueness and ill temper, which made him feel flippant.
"Pure white!" said Ashe.
"Eh?"
"My soul! And this"—he thumped the left section of his waistcoat—"solid gold. You may fire when ready, Gridley. Proceed, professor."
"I don't know where to begin."