The very very aged gentleman had crowded his check for $20,000 into mytrembling arms the night before with instructions to deposit it inmy bank, and at my convenience I was to let him have the deed tothe place.

Well, if Bunch should refuse to play ball I could send the checkback to Uncle Peter, and a telegram to Clara J., telling her that Iwas back in the flat, laid up with a spavined fetlock or something.

Uncle Peter was out in the garden planting puree of split peas orsome other spring vegetable when I started for the train, so allthe Recording Angel had to put down against me was the very quite recent batch of0chiltrees I told Clara J.