But the worst of it was that his beverage perished with him.

I hadn't a notion how it was made; he wouldn't tell me till I planked down money to start with; and not a drop of it could be found anywhere.

And to think that he had absolutely struck oil, as they say; had nothing to do but sit down and count the money as it came in! That's the third man I've known go wrong in less than a year.

Betting and embezzlement; betting and burglary; betting and forgery.

I'll tell you some time about the chap who went in for burglary.