Mrs. Wallingford, gowned and hatted and jeweled as Fannie Bubble had never been, and had never expected to be, tried the luxurious life that J. Rufus affected and found that she liked it. She was happy from day's end to day's end. Her husband was the most wonderful man in the world, flawless, perfect. Immediately upon their arrival in the city he had driven in hot haste for a license, and they were married before they left the court-house. Then he had wired the news to Jonas Bubble. "We start on our honeymoon at once," he had added, and named their hotel. By the time they had been shown to the expensive suite which Wallingford had engaged, a reply of earnest congratulation had come back from Jonas Bubble. The next day had begun the delights of shopping, of automobile rides, of the races, the roof gardens, the endless round of cafés. This world was so different, so much brighter and better, so much more pleasant in every way than the world of Blakeville, that she never cared to go back there--she was ashamed to confess it to herself--even to see her father! Blackie Daw, still keeping out of the way of federal officers who knew exactly where to find him, met J. Rufus on the street a week after his arrival, and, learning from him of his marriage to Fannie, came around to Wallingford's hotel to "look her over." Fannie marveled at Signor Matteo's rapid advance in English, especially his quick mastery of the vernacular, but she found him very amusing. "You win," declared Blackie with emphasis, when he and Wallingford had retired to a cozy little corner in the bar café. Fannie had inspired in him the awed respect that men of his stamp always render to good women. "You certainly got the original prize package. You and I are awful skunks, Jim." "She makes me feel that way, too, now and then," admitted Wallingford. "I'd be ashamed of myself for marrying her if I hadn't taken her from such a dog's life." "She seems to enjoy this one," said Blackie. "You're spending as much money on her as you used to on Beauty Phillips." "Just about," agreed Wallingford. "However, papa-in-law is paying for the honeymoon." "Does he know it?" asked Blackie. Wallingford chuckled. "Not yet," he admitted. "I'd like to see him when he finds it out." Blackie also grinned. "That little Blakeville episode was the happiest period of my life," he declared. "By the way, J. Rufus, what was your game down there? I never understood." "As simple as a night-shirt," explained Wallingford. "I merely hunted through the postal guide for the richest little town I could find that had no bank. Then I went there and had one started so I could borrow its money." Blackie nodded comprehendingly. "Then you bought a piece of property and raised it to a fictitious value to cover the loan," he added. "Great stunt; but it seems to me they can get you for it. If they catch you up in one lie they can prove the whole thing to have been a frame-up. Suppose they find out?"