chappies I was giving a bit of supper to as a moral leper.
The aunt gave me a withering up and down.
“Yes; Jimmy Mundy!” she said. “I am surprised at a man of your stamp having heard of him. There is no music, there are no drunken, dancing men, no shameless, flaunting women at his meetings; so for you they would have no attraction. But for others, less dead in sin, he has his message. He has come to save New York from itself; to force it—in his picturesque phrase—to hit the trail. It was three days ago, Rockmetteller, that I first heard him. It was an accident that took me to his meeting. How often in this life a mere accident may shape our whole future!
“You had been called away by that telephone message from Mr. Belasco; so you could not take me to the Hippodrome, as we had arranged. I asked your manservant, Jeeves, to take me there.
The man has very little intelligence. He seems to have misunderstood me. I am thankful that he did.
He took me to what I subsequently learned was Madison Square Garden, where Mr. Mundy is holding his meetings. He escorted me to a seat and then left me. And it was not till the meeting had begun that I discovered the mistake which had been made.
My seat was in the middle of a row. I could not leave without inconveniencing a great many people, so I remained.”
She gulped.
“Rockmetteller, I have never been so thankful for anything else. Mr.