Locking the chest up I left it while I went to the bank and borrowed the
money, some fifty-two dollars.
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Yes, that was an expensive box.
It seemed so precious that I squandered another dollar and a half hiring
a cab to carry it home.
My wife thought I had been to a funeral.
A little later I was of the same opinion myself.
Those stocks and bonds just brought me twenty-two cents for old paper.
Of course it was a set-up game, and they say a sucker is born every
minute.
That was my minute, probably.
But I am not always such an easy mark.