He had taken a deep draught of brandy as a final libation to Fortune.

"What fools those brewery fellows are," chuckled Braun.

"They imagined that I was only dodging a few unwelcome legal papers." "By Heavens! I have turned over a gold mine to them, and they won't kick.

If it had not been for my damned gambling craze I would have had a cool hundred thousand more.
"And they will surely keep the secret of 192 Layte Street, for they wish to run their own 'joint' there.

All they want is silence, to change it a little, and no police interference.