George Balt, Clyde, and Fraser formed a glum trio as they sat in a nook of the hotel cafe, sipping moodily at their glasses, when, on the following afternoon, Emerson joined them. But they sensed some untoward happening even before he spoke; for his face wore a look of dazed incredulity, and his manner was so extraordinary that they questioned in chorus: "What's the matter? Are you sick?" "No," said he. "But I--I must have lost my mind." "What is it?" "The trick is turned." "The trick!" "I have raised the money." With a shout that startled the other occupants of the room, Balt and Clyde jumped to their feet and began to caper about in a frenzy. Even "Fingerless" Fraser's expressionless face cracked in a wide grin of amazement. "About noon I was called on the 'phone by Hilliard. He asked me to come down to the bank at once, and I went. He said he had reconsidered, and wanted to put up the money. It's up. He'll back us. I've got it in writing. It's all cinched. One hundred thousand dollars--and more, if we need it." "You must have made a great talk," declared Clyde. "I said nothing. He offered it himself, as a personal loan. It has nothing to do with the bank." "Well, I'm--!" cried Big George. "And that goes two ways," supplemented Fraser. "I'm going to tell Cherry, now. She will be delighted." Alton Clyde tittered. "I told you she could pull it off," he said. "This was Hilliard's own notion," Boyd returned, coldly. "He merely reconsidered his decision, and--" "Turn over! You're on your back." "It was only yesterday afternoon that I talked with Cherry. I dare say she hasn't seen him since." "Well, I happen to know that she has. As I came home last night I saw them together. They came out of that French cafe across the street, and got into Hilliard's car. She was dressed up like a pony." "What's that got to do with it?" demanded "Fingerless" Fraser. "She pulled the old fellow's leg, that's all," explained Alton. "Well, it wasn't your leg, was it?" inquired Fraser, sourly. "No; I've no kick coming. I think she's mighty clever." "If I thought she had done that," said Emerson, slowly, "I wouldn't touch a penny of the money." "I don't care where the money came from or how it got here," rumbled Balt. "It's here; that's enough." "I care, and I intend to find out." "Oh, come now, don't spoil a good piece of work," cautioned Clyde, visibly perturbed at Boyd's expression. "You know you aren't the only one to consider in this matter; the rest of us are entitled to a look-in. For Heaven's sake, try to control this excess of virtue, and when you get into one of those Martin Luther moods, just reflect that I have laid ten thousand aching simoleons on the altar." "Sure!" supplemented George; "and look at me and Cherry. Success means as much to her as it does to any of us, and if she pulled this off, you bet she knew what she was doing. Anyhow, you ain't got any right to break up the play."