"Half a million dollars' worth," Loring informed her; then he drew
his chair closer and lowered his voice. "It's a funny story, Polly.
Two weeks ago Johnny took Courtney and Close and Washer and Colonel
Bouncer up to the Bronx in my machine and arranged to sell them a
subdivision for three and a half million dollars."

"Help!" gasped Polly. "Burglar!"

"They'll double their money," asserted Johnny indignantly. "Fanciest
neglected opportunity within a gallon of gasolene from Forty-second
Street."

"Trouble is, Johnny didn't own it and doesn't yet," laughed Loring.
"He's been trying to buy it from the Wobbleses ever since he
arranged to sell it."

"He'll get it," decided Polly confidently.

"Will they agree when they get together?" Loring worried.
"Individually each one needs the money, and each one is satisfied
with Johnny's offer of three million cash."

"Don't say another word," ordered Polly. "I have to figure this out.
Why, Johnny, if you carry this through it will finish your million,
and this is only the thirteenth of May. That's going some! You
weren't supposed to have it till the thirty-first. Polly's proud of
you!"

"I don't think you get the joke of this yet, though, Polly," Loring
went on. "The Wobbleses don't know that Johnny had already arranged