I had another, and went out into the street.  I walked down Broadway, chuckling to myself.  What a glorious farce it all was!  My fortune!  Phyllis my wife!  What if she had accepted me?  I laughed aloud, and people turned and stared at me.  Oh, yes!  I was to travel and write novels and have my pictures in book reviews, and all that!  When I arrived at the office I was on the verge of total insanity.  I was obliged to ask the paragrapher to write my next day’s leader.  It was night before I became rational, and once that, the whole world donned cap and bells and began capering for my express benefit.  The more I thought of it, the more I laughed.  What a whimsical world it was!  And was there anything in it so grotesque as my part?  I took the check from my pocket and cracked it between my fingers.  A cigar was in my mouth.  Should I light it with the check?  It was for $1,000.  After all, it was more than I had ever before held in my hand at once.  But what was a paltry thousand, aye a paltry ten thousand, to a man’s pride?  I bit off the end of my cigar, creased the check into a taper, and struck a match.  I watched it burn and burn.  I struck another.  I held it within an inch of the check, but for the life of me I could not light it.

“The devil take it!” I cried.  I flung the cigar out of the window and laid the check on my desk.  Courage?  Why, it needed the courage of a millionaire to light a cigar with a $1,000 check!

The office boy, who came in then, was salvation.  The managing editor wanted to see me.  I sprang up with alacrity; anything but the sight of that figure 1 and the three demon eyes of that $1,000 check!

“Winthrop,” said the managing editor to me as I entered his office, “you’ve got to go to London.  Hillars has gone under——­”

“Not dead!” I cried.

“No, no!  He has had to give up work temporarily on account of drink.  If it was any other man I’d throw him over in short order.  But I feel sorry for Hillars, and I am going to give him another chance.  I want you to go over and take care of him if possible.  The London work is not new to you.  You can handle that and Hillars too.  If you can keep him in check——­”

I shuddered.  The word “check” jarred on my nerves.

“What’s the matter?” asked the editor.

“A temporary chill,” I said.  “Go on.”

“Well, if you can manage to keep him in check for a month or so he’ll be able to get on his feet again.  And it will be like a vacation to you.  If anything happens to Hillars you will be expected to remain permanently abroad.  Hillars suggested you in his letter.  Will you be ready to go next Monday?”

“To-morrow if you like,” I answered readily enough.  Here was an opportunity not to be missed.  To see new scenes and faces is partially to forget old ones.

“Very well.  I’ll give you some letters which will help you.  Our office is in the Strand.  Hillars will find you lodgings.  He has bachelor quarters in the west end of the town, where congenial spirits congregate.  Come in to-morrow and we’ll talk it over.”