wish to see."

"Only what Hanlon wished us to see," corrected Eunice, gaily.
And then Hanlon, himself, and Alvord Hendricks arrived together.

"Met on the doorstep," said Hendricks as he came in. "Mr. Hanlon
is a little stage-struck, so it's lucky I happened along."

Willy Hanlon, as he was called in the papers, came shyly forward
and Eunice, with her ready tact, proceeded to put him at once at
his ease.

"You came just at the right minute to help me out," she said,
smiling at him. "They are saying women are no good at describing
a scene! They say that we can't be relied on for accuracy. So,
now you're here and you can tell what really happened."

"Yes, ma'am," and Hanlon swallowed, a little embarrassedly;
"that's what I came for, ma'am. But first, are you all straight
goods? Will you all promise not to tell what I tell you before
tomorrow morning?"

They all promised on their honor, and, satisfied, Hanlon began
his tale.

"You see, it's a game that can't be played too often or too close
together," he said; "I mean, if I put it over around here, I
can't risk it again nearer than some several states away. And
even then it's likely to get caught on to."