We'd better go into that, hadn't we ?" "Yes," said Roger indifferently.

"We might as well go into it." Of course the chap had money enough.

He was a money maker.

You could hear it in his voice; you could see it in his jaw, in his small aggressive blonde moustache.

Now he was telling briefly of his rich aunt in Bridgeport, of the generous start she had given him, his work downtown, his income.
"Twenty-two thousand this year," he said.