I shan't mind the trip in the least and I'll be only too happy to help you out! 'Gad, I thought by your manner that you were in some frightful difficulty.

Have a cigaret." "By Jove, Brock, you're a brick," cried Medcroft, shaking the other's hand vigorously.

At the same time his face expressed considerable uncertainty and no little doubt as to the further welfare of his as yet partially divulged proposition.
"It's easy to be a brick, my boy, if it involves no more than the changing of a single letter in one's name.

I'd like to attend the convention, anyway," said Brock amiably.
"Well, you see, Brock," said Medcroft lamely, "I fear you don't quite appreciate the situation.

I want you to pose as Roxbury Medcroft." "You--What do you mean ?" "I thought you'd find that a facer.