CHAPTER ONE: A Little Dinner with Mr.Lucullus Fyshe.
The Mausoleum Club stands on the quietest corner of the best residential street in the City.

It is a Grecian building of white stone.

About it are great elm trees with birds--the most expensive kind of birds--singing in the branches.
The street in the softer hours of the morning has an almost reverential quiet.

Great motors move drowsily along it, with solitary chauffeurs returning at 10.30 after conveying the earlier of the millionaires to their downtown offices.

The sunlight flickers through the elm trees, illuminating expensive nurse-maids wheeling valuable children in little perambulators.