"Nor invest in green goods or anything of that sort?"
"No."
"Well, you are one of the lucky ones, then. When I saw him giving you so much chin music I thought he had you sure."
"Well, he didn't."
And Al left the car on very good terms with himself.
"Now, then," he mused, "I'll start in on the business that brought me here. I'll go to the nearest police station first. I don't know where it is, so to save time I'll take a cab."
As he thus ruminated, he mechanically felt in his pocket.
The next moment he uttered an involuntary exclamation.
His money was gone, and so were his watch, and the ring that had been presented to him in Boomville.
He had not, after all, escaped scot-free from the "Reverend David Ferguson."