What if this illness of Duge's is a fake! Nowadays a man doesn't need to move from his room to do mischief in this world." "I've been round to his broker's this morning," Higgins remarked.

"He is doing nothing, has done nothing for weeks.

He left off the day we all agreed to leave off." "Why couldn't he be doing as we've done," Bardsley remarked, "and work from Chicago or Boston ?" Higgins grunted, and poured himself out a glass of wine.
"You fellows have got the nerves," he said contemptuously.

"You're imagining things like a pack of frightened women.

Duge can't swallow us up, even if he tumbled to our game.