"Well, somebody ought to lose Moxlow,--take him out and forget to find him again.

He's much too good for this world; it ain't natural.
He's about the only man of his age in Mount Hope who ain't drifted into my rooms at one time or another." He paused and took the cigar from between his teeth.

"You call him off, Marsh, make him agree to let me alone; ain't there such a thing as friendship in this profession of yours ?" Langham shook his head, and again Gilmore's black brows met in a frown.
He made a contemptuous gesture.
"You're a hell of a lawyer!" he sneered.
"Be careful what you say to me!" cried Langham, suddenly giving way to the feeling of rage that until now he had held in check.
"Oh, I'm careful enough.

I guess if you stop to think a minute you'll understand you got to take what I choose to say as I choose to say it!" Langham sprang to his feet shaking with anger.
"No, by--" he began hoarsely.
"Sit down," said Gilmore coldly.

"You can't afford to row with me; anyhow, I ain't going to row with you.