Bunch and I would have to get Petroskinski to work in a hurry.

We both needed the money.




CHAPTER III.

JOHN HENRY GETS BUSY.

We were a half-hour early for my appointment with Signor
Petroskinski when Bunch and I strolled into the cafe of the Hotel
Astor the next day.

"Bunch," I said, when the waiter had forced a confession from us,
"there's doings out home. Clara J. tipped me off last night that I
must hand over my five thousand plunks to be properly invested by
the Mayor of Ruraldene."

"Uncle Peter!" chuckled Bunch.

"Now I can't tip my hand to the old gentleman and have him lecture
me all over the place, can I, Bunch?"

"Not unless you want your wife to know that you sprained your
promise."

"Then it's up to me to press the button and start my get-rich-quick
concern," I said. "I simply can't go home and hand them a sad