"Why, yes," says Duke. "I'm the only one who can, y'know. But they depend a great deal on my judgment, too. For instance, take this new deal that's on; it has all been left to me. There are one hundred and eighteen acres, and we don't buy a foot unless I say so. That's where you come in, Shorty." "Oh, do I?" says I. "You see," Duke goes on, "I'm supposed to inspect it and make a decision before the option expires, which will be day after to-morrow. The fact is, I've been putting off going down there, and now I find I've a winter house party on, up in Lenox, and---- Well, you see the box I'm in." "Sure!" says I. "You want me to sub for you at Lenox?" "Deuce take it, no!" says Duke. "I want you to go down and look at that land for me." "Huh!" says I. "What I know about real estate wouldn't----" "Oh, that's all right," says Duke. "It's only a matter of form. The boys say they want it, and I'm going to buy it for them anyway; but, just to have it all straight and businesslike, either I ought to see the land myself, or have it inspected by my personal representative. Understand?" "Duke," says I, "you're a reg'lar real estate Napoleon. I wouldn't have believed it was in you." "I know," says he. "I'm really surprised at myself." Next he explains how he happened to think of sendin' me, and casually he wants to know if a couple of hundred and expenses will be about right for spoilin' two days of my valuable time. How could I tell how much it would lose me? But I said I'd run the chances. Then Chick shows up, and they begin to talk over the details of this new bungalow boom town that's to be located on the Jersey side. "I tell you," says Chick, "it'll be a winner from the start. Why, there's every advantage anyone could wish for,--ocean breezes mingled with pine scented zephyrs, magnificent views, and a railroad running right through the property! The nearest station now is Clam Creek; but we'll have one of our own, with a new name. Clam Creek! Ugh! How does Pinemere strike you?" "Perfectly ripping, by Jove!" says Duke, so excited over it that he lights the cork end of his cigarette. "Shorty, you must go right down there for me. Can't you start as soon as you've had your coffee?" Oh, but it was thrillin', listenin' to them two amateur real estaters layin' plans that was to make a seashore wilderness blossom with surveyors' stakes and fresh painted signs like Belvidere-ave., Ozone Boulevard, and so on. It struck me, though, that they was discussin' their scheme kind of free and public. I spots one white haired, dignified old boy, doing the solitaire feed at the table back of Duke, who seems more or less int'rested. And I notices that every time Clam Creek is mentioned he pricks up his ears. Sure enough, too, just as we're finishing, he steps over and taps Duke on the shoulder. "Why, howdy do, Mr. Cathaway?" says Duke. "Charmed to see you, by Jove!"