“ ‘Look here,’ he cried, ‘what’s the matter with your infernal stuff?’
“He pulled off his hat, and his head was as shiny and bare as a china egg.
“ ‘It all came out,’ he said roughly. ‘It was growing all right until yesterday morning, when it commenced to fall out, and this morning there wasn’t a hair left.’
“I examined his head and there wasn’t the ghost of a hair to be found anywhere.
“ ‘What’s the good of your stuff,” he asked angrily, ‘if it makes your hair grow and then all fall out again?’
“ ‘For heaven’s sake, Mr. Plunket,’ I said, ‘don’t say anything about it or you’ll ruin me. I’ve got every cent I’ve got in the world invested in this hair tonic, and I’ve got to get my money back. It made your hair grow, give me the testimonial and let me sell what I’ve got put up, anyway. You are $250 ahead on it and you ought to help me out of it.’
“He was very mad and cut up quite roughly and said he had been swindled and would expose the tonic as a fraud and a lot of things like that. Finally he agreed that if I would pay him $100 more he would give me the testimonial to the effect that the tonic had made his hair grow and say nothing about its having fallen out again. If I could sell what I had put up at $1.00 per bottle I would come out about even.
“I went out and borrowed the money and paid it to him and he signed the testimonial and left.”
“Did you sell your tonic out?” asked the Post Man, trying to speak in a tone calculated not to give offense.