"
I could only sit and listen and pass away.
What would become of Skinski and Bunch and our good money!
How could I ever account for the missing funds without leading
Peaches down to Wall Street and showing her the tall buildings they
had built with my dough.
And while these dismal thoughts ran through my mind Peaches grabbed
that European trip between her pearly teeth and shook the delights
out of it.
That night I had an attack of insomnia, neurasthenia, nervous
prostration and the nightmare, with cinematograph pictures on the
side.
All night long Skinski had me on the stage in a wicker basket,
while Uncle Peter jabbed a sword through me and Dodo sat in the
front row on the aisle yelling "You betcher sweet!"
Thursday broke clear and cloudless. Just before I left home for
the fatal scene Peaches said, "I'm so sorry business will keep you
in the city this evening, John; but of course I realize you have
much to do before we sail on Wednesday. Alice Grey just phoned
over that she has a box at a theatre somewhere, I didn't ask her
where, but if you're sure you won't be home I'll go with Alice and
Aunt Martha."
"By all means," I answered, and kissing her good-bue I trolleyed to
New Rochelle.
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