"I don't want to work and I've got to finish this stuff for Graham to-day.

He'll pay at once if I do.

Garry, I'm going to lock the studio door and throw the key over the transom to you.

Don't let me out, no matter what I say." Obediently Garry at four ignored a violent thump upon the wall.

Then the telephone rang and Kenny said with some annoyance that the work was done.
When on the following day he found that Mr.Adams had returned and wanted, purposefully perhaps, to come to tea, he lost his temper and began at once to hunt cups, demanding of Garry why on earth Fate hadn't smiled upon him before he wasted his vigor and inspiration in endless hours of torture, doing pot-boilers.
"If he's coming to tea with a red-blooded check like that," said Garry, "I'll lend you some decent cups.