Lord, man, there's a clean million dollars waiting for us in this deal, and I'm ready to fight for it.

But I'm damned sleepy, and I'm going to bed.

You locate Keith to-morrow, and then, when you're sober, we'll figure out how we can get to him best; I've got to set Christie right.

Good-night, Bill." He went out into the hall and down the creaking stairs, the man he wanted so badly listening to his descending footsteps, half tempted to follow.

Scott did not move, perhaps had already fallen drunkenly asleep on his chair, and finally Keith crossed his own room, and lay down.