"I've known Johnny Gamble for years, and I'd take his word for my entire bank-account." "I must confess that business ethics has me more confused than ever," laughed Constance.

"You just now accused Mr.Gamble of robbing you." It was the colonel's turn to laugh.
"I'd have paid him sixty thousand," he advised her, placing the option affectionately in his pocket-book.

"It's worth that to me.

I've been afraid to broach the matter to Gresham for a month, for fear he'd want seventy-five when he found out I had to have it.

I'm getting it cheaper through Gamble." A fleeting trace of guilt upon Gresham's countenance told that this surmise was the truth, and Constance shook her head.
"I don't suppose I shall ever understand it," she confessed.
"I don't, myself," observed Gamble, passing the colonel's check between his fingers quite happily.