Just saving up, he was, for his trip to Europe.

Then we happened on the same steamer, but, bless you, he scarcely even shook hands when he saw me.
He wouldn't play bridge, didn't care about chess, hadn't even a chair on the deck, and never came in to meals." Penelope nodded her head thoughtfully.
"You are destroying all my illusions, Mr.Coulson," she said.

"Do you know that I was building up quite a romance about poor Mr.Fynes' life?
It seemed to me that he must have enemies; that there must have been something in his life, or his manner of living, which accounted for such a terrible crime." "Why, sure not!" Mr.Coulson declared heartily.

"It was a cleverly worked job, but there was no mystery about it.

Some chap went for him because he got riding about like a millionaire.