Besides, I've been too d---- honest.

It's my own fault that I haven't a big wad put away." "What is your name ?" demanded Hugh suddenly.
"Friend." "I understand all that.

But what is your name ?" "That's it--George Friend--Street Station." "Oh, I see." Hugh also saw the picture of this poor fellow as he stood before his superior later on with his luckless tale, facing a thirty-days' lay-off at the lowest.

"By the way, I want to write a short note." He secured envelope, paper and stamp from the bar and hastily wrote a brief letter.

The inscription on the outside of the envelope was "George Friend,--Police Station, New York," and there were three one-hundred-dollar bills inclosed with the note of explanation.