Jack and his friend Mickey were walking uptown one morning and Jack said, “Mickey, I bet you a dollar I can prove to you that you are on the other side of the street.”
“Done,” said Mickey, “I’m the man for your money.”
It was a dark autumn night. The old banker was pacing from corner to corner of his study, recalling to his mind the party he gave in the autumn fifteen years before.
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