I thought you were trying to change the subject when you interrupted my yawn." "That fellow's a damn' fool," said the banker, as Fitts strolled off to join another group.
"Try one of these cigars, Mr.Landover," said Mr.Nicklestick persuasively.

"Of course, they're nothing like the kind you smoke, but--" "Is mine out?
So it is.

No, thank you.

I'll take a match, however, if you have one about you." Four boxes were hastily thrust upon the great financier.
"Haf you noticed how poor the matches are lately, Mr.Landover ?" complained Mr.Block.
"As for this vagabond being superintendent of a mining concession up in Bolivia," continued Landover, absentmindedly sticking Mr.Nicklestick's precious, box of matches into his own pocket, "that's all poppycock.
He's an out-and-out adventurer.

You can't fool me.