Uncle Peter was wearing a small diamond pin in his cravat and quite by accident the setting became loose and the stone dropped to the floor.
The old gentleman became very much concerned about it and we all started to look for it.
"Wait a minute!" said Skinski; "the spark fell in your left-hand vest pocket."
Uncle Peter looked at him blankly. "Impossible, why, there's nothing there but this box of quinine pills for my cold."
"Open it," said Skinski, and Uncle Peter did so.
"How many of those do you usually take in a day?" asked Skinski.
"Four," replied the puzzled old gentleman.
"Drop four of them in your left hand," ordered Skinski.
Uncle Peter's right hand trembled a bit, with the result that five of the quinines fell into his left hand.
"If you counted money the way you count pills you'd quit loser," chuckled Skinski. "Put four of those dizzy-wizzys back in the box."