The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-15

 lounge afterward They watched the peo- ple for some time in silence. MT. Cray in particular was little dstrait.
 Dad, 1 believe you're planning some thing" Sara remarked as she lit her second cigarette
 Mot guilty" MT. Cray assured her.
 "Then tell me just what you were think ing of" she insisted
 MT. Cray removed his cigarette from his lips
 'I was just wondering" he confessed whether it was possible to combine lit tie harmless excitement with a certain meas ure of-er-pecuniary benefit
 ''But you don't want money, Dad
 Mir. Cray coughed.
 'Im not qualifying for the poorhouse yet a while," he admitted, but at the same time, if there were shekels about, 1 should isn't it?" she inquired
 Business is all right over in the states, be a willing collector
 Booming" MT. Cray acknowledged "There's more money coming to me over there than 1 should care to think about spending but it's like this, Sara If I should be cabling for supplies just now, your step- mother would get wise to the fact that I've finished up my work in France. She's a busy woman, but she might take it into her head to take quick trip over'
 Good graciods, Dad, don't suggest such thing,p' Sara exclaimed hastily. "You can have all the money you want, from me"
 Nothing doing, my dear,' her father as sured her. 'sIm bad hand at borrowing On the other hand, it would certainly add little spice to any little adventure that might come along if I were able to supply my immediate necessities out of it.
 Sara glanced through the glass partition at the opulent looking crowd in the restau- rant beyond, at the women in the lounge with ther profusion of jewelry, the men, many of them with the hard, acquisitve ex- pression of the day-by-day city man.
 "There's plenty of money about, Dadr she observed.
 MT. .Cray thrust his hands deep into his trousers pockets and rubbed two half crowns eogether.
 ''SureH he murmured. "Just touch of inspirations all that's needed
 Sara left him for a while, a few min. utes later, to go to her room. She was staying at this London hotel while her house in Charles street was ben grenovated. MT. Cray exchanged his cigarette for fat cigar and ruminated.
 
 Toward Mir. Cray down the broad, car peted way, came Mr. Sinclair Smith, erst- while of the. stock exchange and the Hon. Charles Frihton, of no occupation. Mr. Sinclair Smith was of florid complexion, with tight mouth, narrow eyes, and an embonpoint righteously earned. The Hon. Charles Frinton, whose capacity for enjoy ing the good things of the world was a trifle in excess of his companions was as thin and pale the man may be.
 He. too, however, possessed that slight narrowing of the eyes and indrawn lips which betokened the professional money getter. They were, in fact, birds of feather.
 Ut seems pity" the Hon. Charles Erin ton sighed, as they looked around for seat, "that we should be spending money on another, Sinny.''
 "Your fault" was the terse reply. "The supply of easy ones up west seems to be running out"
 Arm in arm they slowly approached the chair in which MT. Cray was seated. Erin ton pinched his companions elbow.
 ~There's the type l should like to get hold of, he said envously, "easy, benevo- lent, opulent. Why cant you drop few of those into the bag, Sinny?"
 "Shut up, you fool" was the muttered re- ply. Cant you see he thinks he knows us?"
 Mr. Cray's welcoming smile was the bland expression of the lonely and gregari-