“And made a sort of Bob Ingersoll speech...”
“The dear old feller.... Ah I knew him well out in Chicago in the old days...”
“You dont say.” The Colonel held a lighted match carefully to the end of his cigar...
“And there was a terrible flash of lightning and a ball of fire came in one window and went out the other.”
“Was he ... er ... killed?” The Colonel sent a blue puff of smoke towards the ceiling.
“What, did you say Bob Ingersoll had been struck by lightning?” cried Olga shrilly. “Serve him right the horrid atheist.”
“No not exactly, but it scared him into a realization of the important things of life and now he’s joined the Methodist church.”
“Funny how many actors get to be ministers.”
“Cant get an audience any other way,” creaked the man with the diamond stud.
The two waiters hovered outside the door listening to