"Yes; I reside there for the present."
"In business, eh?"
"No, I have retired from business. I am living on my income," answered Denton with unblushing effrontery.
"Got money, hey?" said the stout man respectfully.
"I have some," answered Denton modestly. "I am not as rich as you, of course. I can't afford to wear a breastpin worth thousands of dollars."
"Kinder gorgeous, aint it?" said the other complacently. "I like to make a show, I do. That's me. I like to have folks say, 'He's worth money.'"
"Only natural," said Denton. "What a consummate ass!" he muttered to himself.
There was a little more conversation, and then the stout man gaped and looked sleepy.
"I didn't sleep much last night," he said. "I guess I'll get a nap if I can."
"You'd better," said Denton, an eager hope rising in his breast. "A man can't do without sleep."