"Can you describe how you want to look?"

She opened the emerald clasp of her satin evening bag and with- drew a picture of her other self, the young man. "Can you make the other body look like this?"

"Very well," He said wearily. "I'll send it along to your hotel and it'll be there when you get home. If it's a deal."

"It's bar rail. drink."

a deal," the blonde said clicking her spike heels on the "Only don't run right off. I'll let you buy me another

Time passing (as the poet said) it came round to the year when debts of this sort were collected. The first Saturnine Gentleman- who's name was Fortesque-located his young man in that same pent- house, limply lounging on the bed. The whole place was now some- what stale and dusty. Since the young man did not respond Fortes- que assumed that he was off in the girl's body and settled down to wait. As he waited he scanned the streets of the city (devils have excellent eyes). He did not spy the blonde or any free floating souls but he did notice, after several days, his colleague from the north, roaming the streets of the city with a worried and ab- stracted expression. "I say," Fortesque shouted. "Montague, old friend. Up here!"

"

Montague Devil, seeing his friend in the penthouse, leaped up immediately. "Fortesque, he said, "it certainly is good to see a familiar face!"

"What on earth is the matter, Montague? You look positively harried, old boy."

"I can't understand it, Fortesque. I'm trying to collect a rather stupid blonde and I've been all over the state. I can't find her anywhere."

"Do you ask all the blondes you see?"

1

I say,

'when

"Of course I ask them. 'Where are you going, you die?' And they're all going the same place. 'In a handbasket,' they say. Whatever that means. I ask you, Fortesque, is there no

innocence left!

#

"Every blonde?"

"Everyone, "Montague shook his head sadly. "To make matters he continued in a mournful voice, "I had to--you must keep

N

worse,

20.