saw them, and they never saw me. I'm going to give them a tidy little
sum of money apiece, and then have the fun of watching them spend it.
Any harm in that, especially as it's no one's business what I do with
my money?"

"N--no, I suppose not--if you can carry such a wild scheme through."

"I can, I think. I'm going to be John Smith."

"Nice distinctive name!"

"I chose a colorless one on purpose. I'm going to be a colorless
person, you see."

"Oh! And--er--do you think Mr. Stanley G. Fulton, multi-millionaire,
with his pictured face in half the papers and magazines from the
Atlantic to the Pacific, CAN hide that face behind a colorless John
Smith?"

"Maybe not. But he can hide it behind a nice little close-cropped
beard." The millionaire stroked his smooth chin reflectively.

"Humph! How large is Hillerton?"

"Eight or ten thousand. Nice little New England town, I'm told."

"Hm-m. And your--er--business in Hillerton, that will enable you to be
the observing fly on your cousins' walls?"

"Yes, I've thought that all out, too; and that's another brilliant