“So you did,” confirmed Mr. Caruthers. “I'd forgotten your telling me that.” “For that matter,” supplemented Emanuel, “I'm there every day till three anyhow, and sometimes later; so if--” “We'll make it Tuesday, the twenty-ninth, to be sure,” said Mr. Caruthers with an air of finality. “If you should want the money now--” began Emanuel; and he started to haul out the little flat leather purse with the patent clasp wherein he carried his carefully saved cash assets. With a large, generous gesture the other checked him. “Hold on!” counselled Caruthers. “You needn't be in such a hurry, old boy. I don't even know what the thing is going to cost yet. Izzy'll charge it to me on the books and then you can settle with me when I bring it to you, if that's satisfactory.” He stood up, carefully flicking some cigar ashes off the trailing ends of his four-in-hand tie, and glanced at a watch. “Well, it's nearly six o'clock. Time flies when a fellow is in good company, don't it? We'll be in Louisville in less than an hour, won't we?--if we're on time. I've got to quit you there; I'm going on to Cincy to-night. Tell you what--let's slip into the diner and have a bite and a little nip of something together first--I want to see as much of you as I can. You take a little drink once in a while, don't you?” “I drink a glass of light beer occasionally,” admitted Emanuel. Probably in his whole life he had consumed as much as five commercial quarts of that liquid, half a pint at a time. “Fine business!” said Caruthers. “Beer happens to be my regular stand-by too. Come on, then.” And he led the way forward for the transported Emanuel. They said at the bank and at the boarding house that Moon looked better for his week's lay-off, none of them knowing, of course, what had come into the little man's dun-coloured life. On the twenty-eighth of the month he was so abstracted that Mr. Blair, desiring his presence for the moment in the president's office, had to call him twice, a thing which so annoyed Mr. Blair that the second time he fairly shouted Emanuel's name; and when Emanuel came hurrying into his presence inquired somewhat acidly whether Emanuel was suffering from any auricular affection. On the morning of the twenty-ninth Emanuel was in quite a little fever of anticipation. The morning passed; the noon or dinner hour arrived and passed.