"Ah, Jimmie, ye're killin' me wid yer slowness. Out wid it, la-ad! What do they say, an' who done phwat? Out wid it!"
"The divorce was crooked, so they say; and now her first husband is here in New York and wants her back."
"But it ain't true, Jimmie—it ain't true; tell me that."
"I don't know yet myself," James admitted; "but there's a few things I do know what ought to be worth the coin to Mr. Gorham."
"An' ye're goin' ter give 'em ter him?"
"Perhaps," James replied, indifferently—"if he thinks they're worth what I do."
"But Misther Robert has paid ye already, hasn't he? Hasn't these new prosperity things come out iv Misther Robert's pay?"
"He's got what he's paid for," James asserted. "These new tips come to me while I was workin' on my own account. They're worth the coin to either side."
"That's phwat ye meant when ye said there was more prosperity comin'?"
"Sure."