He and Fritz worked an excellent system together--the best Fritz ever invented--and for a little while they made money.

But his terribly sad death broke our luck"-- she shook her head ominously.
"How did it happen ?" said Sylvia sympathetically.
And then Madame Wachner once again broke into her h-less English.
"They went together in a boat on Lake Bourget--it is a real lake, that lake, not like the little fishpond 'ere.

A storm came on, and the boat upset.

Fritz did his best to save the unfortunate one, but 'e could not swim.

You can imagine my sensations?
I was in a summer-'ouse, trembling with fright.