The night is young.

I hope to have the honor of toasting your wife before I go to bed." Curtis smiled at that, but made no reply, the moment being inopportune for explanations, but Devar murmured, as they crossed the lobby with Steingall and the clerk: "That uncle of yours is a peach, John D.

He points the moral like a Greek chorus." "I fear he will regard me as a hare-brained nephew," said Curtis.

"As for my aunt, poor lady, she must think me the most extraordinary human being she has ever set eyes on.

What puzzles me most is----" "Wow! I know what aunts are capable of," broke in Devar rapidly, for he was doubtful now how his friend would regard the publicity he had not desired.