I shan't tell you what was in the envelope.

I'm not drunk enough for that." "Never mind.

It's immaterial, in any event." Simmy had called for his check.
George's mind took a new twist.

Suddenly he sprang to his feet.

"By the way, before I forget it, do you know where I can find Braden Thorpe ?" A black scowl disfigured his face.