IN WHICH JOHNNY DEMANDS SPOT CASH AT ONCE Seven-thirty the next morning found Johnny Gamble listening, in awed curiosity, to an insistent telephone bell.

Gradually it dawned on him that he must have left a call, and plodding into the bath-room he mechanically turned on the cold water, reflecting dully that this was a cruel world.

Suddenly it came to him with a rush that this thirty-first of May was to be the busiest of his life! He had to have a million dollars before four o'clock! At seven-forty-five he was out of his bath-tub.

At eight he was gulping hot coffee.

At eight-fifteen he was stepping out of the elevator with an apple core in his hand.
At the curb in front of his door he found a long gray torpedo touring car throbbing with impatience, and at the wheel sat a plump young lady in a vivid green bonnet and driving coat.