is going further than I----"

"And another plan," interrupted Dolly, "that I have always had in mind,
is to issue a cheaper edition of your book, 'The Dead Heat.' The reason
the first edition of 'The Dead Heat' didn't sell----"

"Don't tell ME why it didn't sell," said Champneys. "I wrote it!"

"That book," declared Dolly loyally, "was never properly advertised. No
one knew about it, so no one bought it!"

"Eleven people bought it!" corrected the author.

"We will put it in a paper cover and sell it for fifty cents," cried
Dolly. "It's the best detective story I ever read, and people have got
to know it is the best. So we'll advertise it like a breakfast food."

"The idea," interrupted Champneys, "is to make money, not throw it away.
Besides, we haven't any to throw away. Dolly sighed bitterly.

"If only," she exclaimed, "we had that three thousand dollars back
again! I'd save SO carefully. It was all my fault. The races took it,
but it was I took you to the races."

"No one ever had to drag ME to the races," said Carter. "It was the way
we went that was extravagant. Automobiles by the hour standing idle, and
a box each day, and----"

"And always backing Dromedary," suggested Dolly. Carter was touched on
a sensitive spot. "That horse," he protested loudly, "is a mighty good
horse. Some day----"

"That's what you always said," remarked Dolly, "but he never seems to
have his day."

"It's strange," said Champneys consciously. "I dreamed of Dromedary
only last night. Same dream over and over again." Hastily he changed the
subject.

"For some reason I don't sleep well. I don't know why."

Dolly looked at him with all the love in her eyes of a mother over her
ailing infant.

"It's worrying over me, and the heat,"' she said. "And the garage
next door, and the skyscraper going up across the street, might have
something to do with it. And YOU," she mocked tenderly, "wanted to send
me to the sea-shore."

Carter was frowning. As though about to speak, he opened his lips, and
then laughed embarrassedly.

"Out with it," said Dolly, with an encouraging smile. "Did he win?"

Seeing she had read what was in his mind, Carter leaned forward eagerly.
The ruling passion and a touch of superstition held him in their grip.

"He 'win' each time," he whispered. "I saw it as plain as I see you.
Each time he came up with a rush just at the same place, just as
they entered the stretch, and each time he won!" He slapped his h