Five minutes later he stole across the corridor, and, without knocking, opened the door and went in.

The financier was sitting at a table, gazing through a mist of tears at a nice, new nickel-plated revolver.

He had no real intention of blowing his brains out, but with the childlike, emotional spirit of his race, he had persuaded himself that he had, and was luxuriating in his woe.
"What do you want ?" he moaned.
"I've come to show you a way of getting to Paris," said Tinker, closing the door softly.
"Mein Gott!" cried the millionaire, relapsing into his vernacular in his excitement.

"How?
How ?" "By Herr Schlugst's flying-machine." "A flying-machine! Is the boy mad ?" "No, I'm not.

I've been with Herr Schlugst on three trial trips; and the last two he let me work it most of the time.