Thanks." "Don't mention it, my boy." Very few called him Mr.Osborne.
"It is worth a good deal to me.

Would you be offended if I gave you ten as a reward ?" "I'd feel hurt, Richard, but not offended," a twinkle in the watery eyes.
Warrington laughed, drew out his wallet and handed William a crisp, crackly bank-note.

It went, neatly creased, into William's sagging vest-pocket.
"Have a cigarette ?" asked Warrington.
"Richard, there's one thing I never did, and that's smoke one of those coffin-nails.

Whisky and tobacco are all right, but I draw the line at cigarettes." Warrington passed him a cigar.

William bit off the end and lighted it.
He sniffed with evident relish.
"Seems impossible, Richard, that only a few years ago you were a reporter at the police station.