"Yes, sir," said the salesman. "Would you like something for
evening wear, or a plain kind for home use. Here is a very
good family revolver, or would you like a roof garden size?"

Hezekiah selected a revolver and went out.

"Now, then," he muttered, "I will burglarise a house and get
money."

Walking across to Fifth Avenue he selected one of the finest
residences and rang the bell.

A man in livery appeared in the brightly lighted hall.

"Where is your master?" Hezekiah asked, showing his revolver.

"He is upstairs, sir, counting his money," the man answered,
"but he dislikes being disturbed."

"Show me to him," said Hezekiah, "I wish to shoot him and take
his money."

"Very good, sir," said the man deferentially. "You will find
him on the first floor."

Hezekiah turned and shot the footman twice through the livery
and went upstairs.

In an upper room was a man sitting at a desk under a