“‘From experience I suspect it are a letter,’ say Hon. Mailer.
“You rap open envelop—and O surely so, it are a letter! It begin with usual form,
“‘My dear Senator—I enclose a tiny check for household expenses. When front porch needs paint & carpenter telegraph me by wire & don’t mention it.
“‘Your obedient master,
“‘John D. Archybold.’
“From envelop fall a slice of paper. You pick up & read with entirely cross eyes. It say $50,000.”
“What I do then?” muse Arthur with moist lips.
“If you are a decent man you will faint slightly. But it are no use. Already you are a ruined Japanese.
“You go forthly to street-walk revolved to lead a better life & brace uply. You should like to be honest. How useless! With quaker feeling of ankles you straggle to saloon of Hon. Strunsky, Irish patriot.