“I wanted to ask you somethin’ about Napoleon,” says I. In a minute he come to the door and poked his head out. It was the baldest head in the state, and his eyebrows was bald, and he didn’t have a mustache or whiskers. The only hairs he had was a few eyelashes, and they were kind of yellow so you couldn’t see them very good. Besides that he was about seven feet tall and built like a jointed fish-pole. He sagged some around the shoulders and stooped in the middle, but he could straighten up, and when he did it made you think of one of these extension ladders that city fire companies have. “What about Napoleon?” says he. “What made him always ride a white horse?” says I. “Come in,” says he, “come in. I was just enjoyin’ an hour or two with Napoleon myself. Mighty glad to learn somebody else in this town ’s int’rested in him. Was jest pastin’ on paper a few new pictures I found of the emperor.... Come in.” We went in. You never saw such a looking office. Every inch of the walls was covered with pictures of Napoleon. There was hundreds of them. Napoleon was there afoot and ahorseback. He was there fighting battles and sitting in chairs and talking to men and holding his hands behind his back, and ’most every way you ever heard of except flying in an airplane. He’d have been doing that, only airplanes weren’t invented when Napoleon was doing his best fighting around Europe. We sat down and Mr. Wade began talking about Napoleon and his horse. It was mighty interesting, and Catty and I listened for an hour till Mr. Wade had run down. “Much obleeged,” says I. “I feel better now. Kin we come in again and talk about the emperor?” “Any time, any time,” says he. “By the way,” says I, “who owns that little store around the corner?” “Tom Barnes,” says he. “Know any other store in town that kin be rented?” says Catty. “There hain’t another place,” says Mr. Wade. “What’s the rent of that one?” “Fifteen dollars a month,” says he. “Have you got the rentin’ of it?” “Yes.” “Will you gimme—that is my father—a year’s lease of it for twelve and a half a month?” I sort of swallowed hard, because I couldn’t see what in the world Catty wanted with another store. He had about all the stores he could use handy. Mr. Wade thought a minute and then said he thought it would be all right. “If I leased it, could I rent it out again to somebody else?” “No reason you couldn’t,” says Mr. Wade. “I’ll take it,” says Catty. “Git the lease drawn, and I’ll have the money for the first month’s rent. Is the deal all closed up now?” “Yes, Sonny. Why?” “Because, if it is, I want you to do some business for me—for father,” says Catty. “What is it?” “Be you married?” says Catty. “Never was. Never will be.” “Then you’ll do,” says Catty. “I want you to take this lease in your name, not ours.” “Why?”