"He ought to know better than to touch this.

It--it would be too hard to dispose of." "I'm not worrying," declared Markel importantly.
"No," said Jimmie Dale.

"Two hundred and ten thousand, you said.
Any special--er--significance to the occasion, if the question's not impertinent?
Birthday, wedding anniversary--or something like that ?" "No, nothing like that!" Markel grinned, winked secretively, and rubbed his hands together.

"I'm feeling good, that's all--I'm going to make the killing of my life to-morrow." "Oh!" said Jimmie Dale.
Markel turned to Carruthers.

"I'll let you in on that, too, Carruthers, in a day or two, if you'll send a reporter around--financial man, you know.