our bank account in that case?'

I will pay all expenses,' said Morris, with an inward struggle; 'you

shall lose nothing.'

'Well,' said John, with a laugh, 'if the ex-s are yours, and

half-profits mine, I don't mind remaining here for a couple of days.'

'A couple of days!' cried Morris, who was beginning to get angry and

controlled himself with difficulty; 'why, you would do more to win five

pounds on a horse-race!'

'Perhaps I would,' returned the Great Vance; 'it's the artistic

temperament.'

This is monstrous!' burst out Morris. 'I take all risks; I pay all

expenses; I divide profits; and you won't take the slightest pains to

help me. It's not decent; it's not honest; it's not even kind.'

'But suppose,' objected John, who was considerably impressed by his

brother's vehemence, 'suppose that Uncle Masterman is alive after all,

and lives ten years longer; must I rot here all that time?'

'Of course not,' responded Morris, in a more conciliatory tone; 'I only

ask a month at the outside; and if Uncle Masterman is not dead by that

time you can go abroad.'

The Wrong Box