In New York a young man has his "day of days," when in twelve short hours he breaks the bank at a gambling-house, is held up for his winnings at the pistol's point, escapes during a raid, enters a private residence, saves its mistress from murder at her husband's hands, and plays no small part in events at a fashionable masquerade ball and in the deadliest dive in New York--all of which has its bearing on the plot of the story in which little Mr. Sybarite saves the girl he loves from the machinations of a rascally trio.
: I got an engagement to walk home and save a nickel, and so've you."
"Wait a minute," insisted P. Sybarite, without moving. "I'm in earnest about this. I offer you a seat in a stage-box at the Knickerbocker Theatre to-night, to see Otis Skinner in 'Kismet.'"
George's eyes opened simultaneously with his mouth.
"Me?" he gasped. "Alone?"
P. Sybarite shook his head. "One of a party of four."
"Who else?" George demanded with pardonable caution.
"Miss Prim, Miss Leasing, myself."
Removing his apron of ticking, the shipping clerk opened a drawer in his desk, took put a pair of cuffs, and begun to adjust them to the wristbands of his shirt.
"Since when did you begin to snuff coke?" he enquired with mild compassion.
"I'm not joking." P. Sybarite displayed the tickets. "A friend sent me these. I'll make up the party for to-night as I said, and let you come along--on one condition."
"Go to it."
"You must promise me to quit calling me Perceval, here or any place else, to-day and forever!