Achmed Abdullah

“ Don't they give all the world, including you Dutchmen, a fair chance to trade on equal terms and make money wherever they are? Say, I don't know much about politics, but just judging from what I know of horses, I reckon you're jealous ..."
"I, a German, jealous of an Englishman?"
"You bet your boots. You're as jealous as hell. Otherwise you wouldn't curse them as you are doing now and the next moment try to ape them."
"We're not aping them!"
"Sure you are. I got eyes to see. There isn't a man in this town who can afford to who don't turn up his breeches when it rains in London. ”

“ Pretty damned punk. I am afraid that Tom Graves has not a leg to stand on."
"Oh, well, Alec, you're a lawyer, a professional pessimist. You're paid to look at the hopeless side of life, you know."
"No, Martin. It looks bad. Honest, it does! Have a peep at this!" He opened his leather case and took out a sheet of foolscap, sealed with the arms of the Dominion of Canada. "An affidavit, executed in regular form, attesting and swearing to Old Man Truex's death. ”

“ Used to be a cattle rustler in the old days before the Royal Northwestern cleaned up the land."
The lawyer inclined his head.
"Sure," he said. "I know. Good gives the lie eternal to his name. He's no good at all. ”