"You were poor there at the University?" she inquired curiously. Somehow she found it difficult to think of him as ever having been poor; he was so completely marked with the stamp of worldly success. "Very poor," he answered gayly, for it had been a long time ago, and poverty leaves few scars on the heart of a man who has conquered it. "So poor," he continued, "that we owned nothing in all the world, not even a trouble. We lived together four, no, three years, wasn't it, Martin?" "Three years, Paul." "What we had we shared," he turned again to Lola. "Books, clothes, money, tobacco, and happiness. I made much money later, because I had nothing better to do. Your father was wiser than I, but now Martin, when money is coming to you, you can do much for this little one." "You mean his lecture to-morrow night?" asked Lola. "It is very flattering, of course, that the Medical Society should want to listen to him, but he isn't going to be paid for it." "It will bring fame, Lola, and fame, especially here in your country, means money. Have you much to do before to-morrow night, Martin?" "More than I like to think of," replied the Doctor. "My mind should be fresh and clear, and how can it be if I must spend all to-morrow running errands?" "Could I help you?" asked John. "I could find an hour or so in the morning." "I think not, and yet I am not sure. Would you be willing to call at Karn & Company's, on Thirty-first Street, and pay my bill and see that my apparatus is sent to the Medical Society?" "Gladly," replied John heartily. "It would save me half of the morning. Wait; I will give you the money now." He stepped across the room to the wall safe. Lola, looking up idly at Dr. Crossett, who was standing beside her, saw him as he put out his hand and fumbled helplessly with the combination. "Lola," he turned to her. "Would you mind opening this thing for me? I never can remember how to do it." "You had better ask Maria, father. She is the only one who really understands it," answered Lola quietly. "Very well." He went to the door and called. "Maria! Maria!" "What a gorgeous night, Doctor," said Lola to Dr. Crossett. "Don't you envy those people out there in their automobiles?" "Hardly," he replied, "but if you are so anxious as all that for a car, I fancy it won't be long before your father can make you happy." "Yes, Doctor?" Maria stood in the doorway. "Will you please open this safe for me, Maria?" "Yes, Doctor." She went at once to the safe and turned the combination, then stepped back to allow him to approach it. Lola and Dr. Crossett were laughing now, laughing so merrily that John went over to them to join in their fun. "What is it, Lola? May I hear the Doctor's story?" "I was telling her," began Dr. Crossett, "of a queer----" "Lola!" Dr. Barnhelm interrupted nervously. "It is very strange, but I can't find the money! You have not put it anywhere, have you?"