And the smilin', nice man that run the swindle had been hangin' on the edge of bust for a long while and knowed 'twas comin'.
Our five hundred had helped pay his way to a healthier climate, that's all.' "'Hold on a minute,' says Fatty, lookin' more interested.

'What was the name of the firm that took you greenhorns in ?' "''Twas the Empire Bond, Stock and Grain Exchange,' says I.'And 'twas on Derbyshire Street.' "He give a little jump.

Then he says, slow, Hu-u-m! I--see.' "'Yes,' says I.'I thought you would.

You had a mustache then and your name was diff'rent, but you seemed familiar just the same.

When your false hair got washed off I knew you right away.' "He took out his pocket pen and his check book and done a little figgerin'.
"'Humph!' he says, again.