the public it will be a case of counting easy coin. Say! did I
ever tell you about that gold mine I won in the West many moons
ago?"

"Nix on the dream work, Skinski," I cut in. "We've put up our good
money to start you, so let's get down to the programme."

"Oh! very well," said Skinski; "but I was down to see my brokers
to-day in Wall Street and there are doings. I've got a plantation
full of gold out near the Blue Hills, and----"

"Please don't smoke, there are ladies present!" admonished Bunch.

"Oh, very well!" said Skinski, and forthwith he launched into a
description of his various tricks.

The waiter had just brought our luncheon when a large blondined
shadow fell across the festive board, and Skinski jumped to his
feet, followed by Bunch and yours surprisedly.

"Permit me!" Skinski said; "our new backers, Mr. Jefferson and Mr.
John Henry! this is Mademoiselle Dodo, the Human Guessworks. She's
my assistant in the mind-reading tests, and she's all to the
elegant. Will you feed the face, Dodey?"

"You betcher sweet!" Dodo replied, as she splashed into the chair
provided by the waiter, while I glanced at Bunch sideways and found
him on the verge of a fainting fit.

[Illustration: "You betcher sweet!"]