"Who can have put up a shyster [1] like that?
Nobody with money, that's a sure thing.

Suppose you tried a big bluff?
I think I would, Pink.

Well, ta-ta! Your partner, Mr.Dodd?
Happy to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, sir." And the great man withdrew.
[1] A low lawyer.
"Well, what do you think of Douglas B. ?" whispered Pinkerton, looking reverently after him as he departed.

"Six foot of perfect gentleman and culture to his boots." During this interview the auction had stood transparently arrested, the auctioneer, the spectators, and even Bellairs, all well aware that Mr.
Longhurst was the principal, and Jim but a speaking-trumpet.

But now that the Olympian Jupiter was gone, Mr.Borden thought proper to affect severity.
"Come, come, Mr.Pinkerton.Any advance ?" he snapped.
And Pinkerton, resolved on the big bluff, replied, "Two thousand dollars." Bellairs preserved his composure.