See ?" The others stared at him for a moment, incredulity and greed mingling in a curious half-hesitant, half-expectant look on their faces.
Then Whitie Burns spoke, circling his lips with the tip of his tongue: "D'ye mean it, Cap--honest?
What's the lay?
How'd you work it ?" Malone, unbending with the sensation he had created, grinned again.
"Easy enough," he said offhandedly.

"It was like falling off a log.
Gregor said, didn't he, that the only way he had been able to get his claws on that plate was on account of young Matthews going away sick--eh?
Well, the old Matthews woman, his mother, has got money--about fifteen thousand.

I guess she ain't got any more than that, or I'd have raised the ante.

Aw, it was easy.

She threw it at me.