could do to keep from telling you long ago. Uncle Peter says that
this is the dull season in your brokerage business and the trip
will do you a world of good. You need only take a few hundred
dollars for pocket money, and he's going to invest your $5,000
where it will be immensely productive."

I could only sit and listen and pass away.

What would become of Skinski and Bunch and our good money!

How could I ever account for the missing funds without leading
Peaches down to Wall Street and showing her the tall buildings they
had built with my dough.

And while these dismal thoughts ran through my mind Peaches grabbed
that European trip between her pearly teeth and shook the delights
out of it.

That night I had an attack of insomnia, neurasthenia, nervous
prostration and the nightmare, with cinematograph pictures on the
side.

All night long Skinski had me on the stage in a wicker basket,
while Uncle Peter jabbed a sword through me and Dodo sat in the
front row on the aisle yelling "You betcher sweet!"

Thursday broke clear and cloudless. Just before I left home for
the fatal scene Peaches said, "I'm so sorry business will keep you
in the city this evening, John; but of course I realize you have
much to do before we sail on Wednesday. Alice Grey just phoned