"If you get stung again, Mr. Guff, let me know," offered Johnny,
"and I'll have you a bona fide apartment-house proposition in short
order."

"Nyagh!" observed Mr. Guff.

Johnny dutifully reported to his score keeper the result of his
errand and, that evening, to explain it more fully he went out to
her house; but he found Gresham there and nobody had a very good
time.

On the following morning he saw in the papers that the Royal Yacht
Club, a new organization, the moving spirit of which was one Michael
T. O'Shaunessy, was to have magnificent headquarters on Riverside
Drive--and he immediately went to see Mr. Guff. Mike O'Shaunessy was
a notorious proprietor of road houses and "clubs" of shady
reputation, and there was no question as to what sort of place the
Royal Yacht Club would be.

Mr. Guff was furious about it.

"I knew it," he said. "The women have just telephoned me an
authorization to send for this Jacobs blackguard and buy back the
option."

"Jacobs?" inquired Johnny, "Not Abraham Jacobs?"

"That's the one," corroborated Guff. "Why, do you know him?"

"He is a professional stinger," Johnny admitted. "He stung me, and