This was one of those things that don't happen--unheard of things.

He had no real inkling of what it meant, till Heyst said definitely: "I can lend you the amount." "You have the money ?" whispered Morrison.

"Do you mean here, in your pocket ?" "Yes, on me.

Glad to be of use." Morrison, staring open-mouthed, groped over his shoulder for the cord of the eyeglass hanging down his back.

When he found it, he stuck it in his eye hastily.