“Nothing. Why?”
“He rang me up and said there wouldn’t be any more lessons.”
I said, “I guess I hurt his feelings.”
“How?”
“I told him that that stuff of his would work all right in a gymnasium, but I knew a couple of men who said that it had been exposed two or three times as not being any good at all in the conditions which confront a man in real life. I told him they said they could draw empty guns if he didn’t know when they were going to do it and make him look like a monkey. I offered to give him fifty dollars—”
“Fifty dollars!” she interrupted with half a scream, “Whose fifty dollars?”
“Ashbury’s.”
She settled back, somewhat mollified. “What did he do?”
“He took the dough.”
“Then what happened?”