That afternoon he went to a real-estate man and asked where he could lease a small factory. While at college he had invented a small appliance for automobiles, which he felt sure was good and would commend itself to manufacturers. Bob knew about all there was to know about a car. After he had looked at several old deserted buildings on the outskirts, any one of which might answer his purpose, Bob strolled into a number of automobile agencies near Columbus Square, and showed them his little patent. The men in charge were willing to express an opinion; several appeared interested. Of course, Bob would ultimately have to go to the “higher-ups,” but he wanted first to find out what these practical chaps thought. One of them even asked Bob if he wanted a partner? Bob didn’t. He had all the capital needed, he replied. He was taking a serious sober view of life now. He felt himself no longer “darn fool Bob,” or careless Bob, or lazy Bob. He might have done something with his little device long ago, but he had forgotten all about it. Its creation had been a passing whim. Bob really had a good head for machinery though, and now he was beginning to feel out his path. He wanted to work hard, too, which was a novel sensation. It felt, also, like a permanent sensation. Meeting several chaps, he refused their invitations to partake of the sparkling, much to their surprise, as heretofore he had been a prince of good fellows. Henceforth, however, he was going to be king of himself. That night, in the old home, in the old square, Dolly called him up by telephone. “How _could_ you disappoint me so!” said jolly little pal. “The idea of your just pretending to be a burglar.” “Me, pretend?” Bob laughed. “I say, that’s good. Didn’t I tell you all along I wasn’t?” “But why didn’t you _make_ me believe you weren’t?” retorted little pal reproachfully. “To think of your deceiving me like that!” “Deceive you? That’s good, too. Why, I told you again and again I was just a plain ordinary person. You were just bound to idealize me!” There was a brief pause. “Are you so disappointed in me, you are going to disown me now?” continued Bob. “No-a. I’m still your jolly little pal. Only to think though, there never was a chance for those adjoining cells, after all!” “Well, there seemed a good chance, anyhow.” “Yes, it was nice and exciting while it lasted.” The temperamental little thing sighed. “It’s awful humdrum up here now.” Bob didn’t ask any questions about the people up there. “You ought to have fallen in love with the hammer-thrower,” he said. “He was the real thing.” “I suppose I should have,” she seemed to agree. “Wasn’t I stupid? Never mind. Say something nice.” “Like you,” said Bob. “Heaps? I need cheering.” “Heaps.” “Much obliged. You’re awfully good. What are you doing this evening?” “I was sitting by the fire in dad’s old-fashioned den, thinking and dreaming.” “All alone?” “Entirely.” “What were you thinking of?” “Machinery. And a factory.”