A man was really drowning and the brave girl swam to his rescue, without a thought of posing." "I don't believe it!" cried the man rudely.
Here A.Jones struggled to his feet.
"It is true," he said.

"I was the drowning man whom Miss Stanton saved." Goldstein eyed him shrewdly.
"Perhaps you were," he admitted, "for the man in the picture was about your style of make-up.

But how can you prove it was not a put-up job with the Corona people?
How do I know you are not all in the employ of the Corona people ?" "I give you my word." "Pah! I don't know you." "I see you don't," returned the youth stiffly.
"Here is my card.

Perhaps you will recognize the name." He fumbled in his pocket, took out a card and handed it to the manager.
Goldstein looked at it, started, turned red and then white and began bobbing his head with absurd deference to the youth.
"Pardon, Mr.Jones--pardon!" he gasped.

"I--I heard you were in our neighborhood, but I--I did not recognize you.