String him up by the thumbs till he squeals.

What say, Mr.Fitts ?" Mr.Fitts, the architect, was a mild man.
"He strikes me as a rather honest looking sort of chap," he said, and was promptly glared at by his companions.

"Of course," he hastened to add, "I am not saying that he is all right.

He may be as crooked as the deuce.

I'm only saying he's got a rather pleasing sort of face." "The most innocent, open-faced young fellow we ever had in the bank," said Mr.Landover, "turned out to be the damnedest rascal I've ever encountered." "How did you happen to have him in the bank if you are such a good judge of men ?" inquired Mr.Fitts, utterly without malice.
Mr.Landover reddened.