I'm dead sure that so-called stroke of his was all a bluff.

He just put one over on us, that's all.

Wasn't any more sick than I am.

Didn't you hear about the stroke?
Stroke of luck, I'd call it.

And say, what do you think he gave me as a little acknowledgment for my services?
Look! Feast your eyes upon it!" He turned back the lapel of his coat and fumbled for a moment before extracting from the cloth a very ordinary looking scarf-pin, a small aqua-marine surrounded by a narrow rim of pearls.