world of good. Tell you frankly sometimes I feel as if I'd rather like
to take a bit of a fling myself!"

"Your professional experience ought to be enough to warn you of the
dangers of that sort of experiment," answered Mr. Tutt gravely. "It's
bad enough when it occurs inadvertently, so to speak, but when a man in
your condition of life deliberately goes out to invite trouble it's a
sad, sad spectacle."

"Do you mean to imply that I'm not able to take care of myself?"
demanded Tutt.

"I mean to imply that no man is too wise to be made a fool of by some
woman."

"That every Samson has his Delilah?"

"If you want to put it that way--yes."

"And that in the end he'll get his hair cut?"

Mr. Tutt took a sip from the tumbler of malt and relit his stogy.

"What do you know about Samson and Delilah, Tutt?" he challenged.

"Oh, about as much as you do, I guess, Mr. Tutt," answered his partner
modestly.

"Well, who cut Samson's hair?" demanded the senior member.