"And then?"
"Make the next something about shares--'Buy me ten thousand Canadian Pacifics,' let us say."
"Well, and what's the third wire to be about? I can't put money on gees or buy shares every time."
"Make her jealous. Send a wire to 'Maggie Mortimer' at your Pimlico address, and put 'Best love, darling,' at the end of it," suggested Koko, demurely.
The Long 'Un stopped dead, and faced round on his small companion.
"Look here, Koko," he exclaimed, "I've taken your advice in several--er--affairs of this sort, and they've all turned out badly."
"In each case it was your own fault," said Koko.
"In each case you really managed the business, and it came to nothing. The fact is, you don't know anything about women. You may be all very well at a trotting match----"
"All right," said Koko, shortly, as he turned on his heel, "you can manage this by yourself."
"I apologise," cried Jim.