s,
what?" he yawns some more. "Nice little bus," he says, "and, now, I
wonder if you'd do a favor for me?"

"I only got four bucks on me," I says, "but you're welcome to that if
you can use it."

He grins.

"It isn't money," he says. "It's something more important than that."

"Fudge!" says Alex. "There ain't no sich thing in this town!"

"Yes there is!" says the newcomer, steppin' back to a hedge, "and here
it is!"

With that, out steps the Venus de Milo wearin' both arms and a set of
scenery that must of enabled some Fifth Avenue store to move over to
Easy Street. She looked like what the press agents claim is in the
chorus of every musical comedy that hits Broadway and she's wearin'
enough diamonds to have keep the Alleys in tooth powder. After I had
got over bein' dazzled by the first look, I give her the East and West
again and recognize her. She's nothin' less than Margot Meringue, the
big movie star.

"I'm Arnold Sampson," says the young feller, "and this is Mrs. Arnold
Sampson. My wife was formerly--"

"I know," I butts in, "I seen her the week before last with the missus
in Marvelous Margot's Mistake. She was vampirin' around and--"

"How did you like me?" smiles Margot.

"Well," I says, "we seen the pitcher three times runnin'--is that good
enough?"

"We have just been married," goes on Arnold, throwin' out what chest he
had with him.

"Congratulations!" pipes Alex, shakin' his hand.

"Pretty soft!" I says, doin' the same.

"I saw you and father in the car here," explains Arnold, "and as you
appear to be friends of his, I wonder if you'd come up to the house
with us? Father is less liable to make a scene, if there is some one
else present. You see, he doesn't know that we're married as yet."

Alex suddenly looks interested and nudges me to keep quiet.

"I can see the whole thing in a nutshell," he says. "Your father
objects to you--oh--now--marryin' an actress, heh?"

"No," yawns Arnold. "In this case the traditional is reversed. My
father objects to the actress marrying me!" he bows to Margot. "He is
personally quite fond of my wife and his objection is based solely upon
his own unflattering opinion of me. He declares I'll never be able to
support Mrs. Sampson in the manner she is accustomed to living, as her
income is something like fifty thousand a year. Father allows me a
bare five thousand and he refuses to increase it until I go to work in
his office, or something e