"And Clayton; what was your hidden purpose with him, you devil ?" she boldly said, but half convinced by his smooth story.

"I may as well let the cat out of the bag," laughed Braun, taking a deep draught of the golden wine.
"I wanted to lure him over to Brooklyn and let him fool his time away with you from Saturday to Tuesday morning.

I intended you to lead him a will-o'-the-wisp dance out on Long Island.

For Lilienthal and I had learned from the office boy that a quarter of a million would be locked up in the Trading Company's vaults, only guarded by the janitor and the special policeman.

The janitor was with us, that devil of a boy got us the combination, bit by bit; but you went out of your head after the storm, and Lilienthal was half betrayed by a drunken underling in our smuggling company.