I always help Mr.Clayton pack it up, in his own room, after he verifies the accountant's tabs." Fritz Braun suddenly awoke from a reverie.

"Get out of here now, and see that you post me on all that this Clayton is up to at night, on his Sundays and vacations.

I'll give you a third twenty for the two keys.

I may want to take a look at his rooms some Sunday when you are sporting out of town.
"And watch the spotters, too! You might do a good turn in pocket money by posting him, but only as I tell you, mind that! Now, don't go to the devil too fast.

Do you ever give your mother any money ?" Einstein's vicious leer was a silent answer.