I gave Harry an ache on the telephone and told him I'd be right over. Then I ached the garage and the mechanic told me he could get my Thunderflash in pretty good running condition again, even though he couldn't promise anything permanent. I caught a helibus to my friend's apartment. "Harry, old pal, I've got the chance of a lifetime for both of us." Harry eyed me suspiciously. "How's that?" he asked. "Well, here's the deal. You know my real fine Thunderflash? You said it was a sharp car. It is. It's a first class car. But ever since that slight accident, I've had just a wee bit of trouble with it. Not much, you understand, but it's niggling enough to annoy my girl, Jenny. You remember Jenny, the girl you used to go with before I cut you out? Ha! Ha! Anyhow, Jenny wants me to get another car. A newer one." "But how can you?" Harry asked. "You already have one." "That's just it, old buddy," I replied. "Grinning Gregory has one of those experimental model Protons. It's a beauty, shimmering orange with purple wheels and bearskin upholstery. You'd love it. They'll let me have it on a 30-year contract if I can sell 27 years of my Thunderflash contract. So here's what I'm going to do for you, pal. I'll keep ten years of the contract and let you have the Thunderflash for the rest. You'll be getting a three-year-old car with 13 years of the contract taken care of. Now is that a deal or is that a deal!" Harry wasn't convinced. "What's wrong with your car?" "Oh, hardly anything." "What's hardly anything?" "Not even worth mentioning." "What's not worth mentioning?" "To tell the truth, the frame is just the least trifle out of line and every once in a great while it makes the rear wheel twist sideways." "I don't know," said Harry. "Good old cautious, hard-headed Harry," I told him. "You are getting the deal of a lifetime and doing a good, loyal friend a big favor besides." "I still don't know, Arnold," said Harry. "All right. When will you know?" "Let me sleep on it tonight." "OK, Harry." I went home in high spirits. I knew Harry would come through for me and take that wreck off my hands. He always was a man with an eye out for a deal. * * * * * I slept late the next morning, but by afternoon I was over to the used people lot to tell them to hold the Proton for me for another day. Instead, they tapped me over the head with the news that someone came in that morning and bought it. And they didn't have another one like it that would accept me. Another hope gone astray! I caught a helibus to the garage and picked up my Thunderflash after paying a whopping repair bill. I drove to Jenny's house to convince her it was just as good as new. Jenny's mother met me at the door. "Hello, Arnold," she said with the big smile of greeting she always gave me. "I'm glad to see you and I hope you'll keep dropping over to see me, but Jenny isn't here any more." "Not here?" "I'm afraid not." "Where is she?"