when he landed and have to rustle money to get back with. I think
it's an awful funny idea."

The undeniable humor of such a situation finally dawned upon
Higgins's mind, and he burst into a loud guffaw.

"Hey there! Shut up!" Anthony called from the piano. "Listen here!
I've found the lost chord." He bore down with his huge hands upon
the yellow keyboard, bringing forth a metallic crash that blended
fearfully with the bartender's voice. "It's a great discovery."

"I'll get him full if you'll help manage him," Locke went on. "And
here's the ticket." He tapped his pocket.

"Where'd you get it?"

"Bought it yesterday. It's first class and better, and he'll fit
my description. We're about the same size."

"Ain't you goin'?"

"No. I've changed my mind. I may jump over to Paris. Come, are you
on?"

Higgins giggled. "Darn' funny idea, if you can get him full."

"Wait." Locke rose and went to the bar, where he called loudly for
the singer; then, when the bartender had deserted the piano, he
spoke to Anthony: "Keep it up, old man, you're doing fine."