"Personally, I felt from the beginning there was a mystery about the wreck." "Oh, well," said Cartwright, "the owners of the boat went broke, and the merchant who put the goods on board died.

His son sold the business to a small company, in which he took shares.

The new house is prosperous and respectable; it would be necessary to know your ground well before you bothered them.

Then I have nothing to go upon but a vague supposition.
In fact, the thing's a risky plunge, and if you refuse my offer, I won't grumble.

All the same, I doubt if anybody else would give you, for example, five hundred pounds for _Arcturus_." "Five hundred pounds is, of course, ridiculous," the other rejoined, and they began to bargain.
When Cartwright left the office he was, on the whole, satisfied.