"At times I wondered where Sir Archibald got his style." Mr.Sheratt blushed like a boy caught copying.
"But now since I know who it is that writes the speech of the Chairman of the Board of Directors, tell me, Sheratt, as man to man, is it you or is it Sir Archibald that's at the back of this prosecution?
For if it is you, I've something to say to you; if not, I'll just say it where it's most needed.

In some way or other I'm bound to see this thing through.
That boy can't go to prison.

Now tell me, Tom?
It's for auld sake's sake." "As sure as death, Rae, it's the Chairman, and it's God's truth I'm telling ye, though I should not." They were back again into the speech and spirit of their boyhood days.
"Then I must see Sir Archibald.

Give me time to see him, Tom." "It's a waste of time, I'm tellin' ye, but two days I'll give ye, Sandy, for auld sake's sake, as you say.

A friendship of half a hundred years should mean something to us.