"It is a rather legal transfer, in line with your other dubious operations of the day, of all your rights in the Johnny Gamble comb to one Bruce Townley, here present.

Bruce, give Johnny your check for the ten thousand dollars." "All right, if you fellows are bound to have it that way," agreed Bruce.

"I haven't a check-book with me, Johnny, but I'll send it up to you from the office to-morrow." "But, Bruce, that won't do!" hastily urged Constance.

"He must have the check right now.

Don't you see he only has a million and ten thousand dollars?
He owes Polly five thousand and me fifteen thousand, and if you give him ten thousand dollars for his invention he'll have a million and how much?
I'm all mixed up! But I do know this: that he'll have his million dollars left exactly to the cent!" "I--I see," stuttered Bruce in a fever of anxiety to help Johnny achieve his million in the specified time.