"Bunch," I said, when the waiter had forced a confession from us,
"there's doings out home. Clara J. tipped me off last night that I
must hand over my five thousand plunks to be properly invested by
the Mayor of Ruraldene."
"Uncle Peter!" chuckled Bunch.
"Now I can't tip my hand to the old gentleman and have him lecture
me all over the place, can I, Bunch?"
"Not unless you want your wife to know that you sprained your
promise."
"Then it's up to me to press the button and start my get-rich-quick
concern," I said. "I simply can't go home and hand them a sad
drool about being coaxed into the Street and being trimmed for my
coin--nix! The only thing to do is to go out and get it back, and
get it quick, eh, Bunch?"
"You bet, John," Bunch agreed. "I spent last evening with Alice
and I felt like phony money all the time. She's going right ahead
with the wedding preparations and I simply hadn't the nerve to tell
her that I lost nearly every penny I had. Uncle William Grey
tiptoed into the parlor for a few moments and began to congratulate
me on the good reports he had had from Alice with regard to my
ability to save a bit of money. I could feel myself shrivelling up
as he talked and the parlor began to turn around and start for the
Bennings track.
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