The third Jones was too old to be my man; so was the fourth; the
fifth had gone away the month before, leaving no address; the
sixth, however, was younger and more promising. I thought this
time I'd choose something easier than pains in the chest. I
changed them to my left hand. I was going to keep my clothes on,
anyhow. But it wasn't any use. Off they came. After a decent
interval of thumping and grandfathers, and what I had for
breakfast, I managed to get in my question:
"Ever in Colorado, Doctor?"
"Oh, dear me, no!"