"They seem to think not. They're too hospitable in New York for Mr. Cohenlupe just at present. He's travelling private. He's on the continent somewhere,--half across France by this time; but nobody knows what route he has taken. That'll be a poke in the ribs for the old boy;--eh, Croll?" Croll merely shook his head. "I wonder what has become of Miles Grendall," continued the clerk.
"Ven de rats is going avay it is bad for de house. I like de rats to stay."
"There seems to have been a regular manufactory of Mexican Railway scrip."

"They seem to think not. He's on the continent somewhere, half across France by this time; but nobody knows what route he has taken. That'll be a poke in the ribs for the old boy; eh, Croll?" Croll merely shook his head. "I wonder what has become of Miles Grendall," continued the clerk.
"Ven de rats is going avay it is bad for de house."
"There seems to have been a regular manufactory of Mexican Railway scrip."
