It's a life and death matter, remember." The boy was eager to get away, for he feared his mother's plaint for money.

He knew nothing of the three five-hundred-dollar bills now sewed up in the buxom Leah's corset.
"If they've buncoed him or done him up, there'll be a great run! Holy Moses! The papers!" Emil Einstein fled away from the wrath to come, and, even in his high-rolling evening hours with Timmins that night he trembled.
For he had slyly gone to Mr.Randall Clayton's apartments.

The old janitor of the apartment-house met him with an anxious face.
"Here's Mr.Ferris, back from the West, hunting Mr.Clayton all over town.

They were to dine together.

Where is he ?" The startled boy lied glibly, after the fashion of New York office boys.