I'll be back in a little while.

Don't tell th' reporters anything." Haggerty was on his way to a near-by chemist whom he knew, when he espied Crawford in his electric, stalled in a jam at Forty-second and Broadway.

He had not seen the archeologist since his return from Europe.
"Hey, Mr.Crawford!" Haggerty bawled, putting his head into the window.
"Why, Haggerty, how are you?
Can I give you a lift ?" "If it won't trouble you." "Not at all.

Pretty hot weather." "For my business.

Wish I could run off t' th' seashore like you folks.
Heard o' th' Maharajah's emeralds ?" "Yes.