That's all I want.

It won't commit you to anything; and you can be as anonymous as anybody." At the door Fulkerson added: "By-the-way, the new man--the fellow that's taken my old syndicate business--will want you to keep on; but I guess he's going to try to beat you down on the price of the letters.

He's going in for retrenchment.

I brought along a check for this one; I'm to pay for that." He offered Beaton an envelope.
"I can't take it, Fulkerson.

The letter's paid for already." Fulkerson stepped forward and laid the envelope on the table among the tubes of paint.
"It isn't the letter merely.