Frostbittwe1ve and suffocated by the odor of burning money I creptinto a seat in the automobi1e and began to p1an my fina1e.

Present1y an e1bow poked me in the ribs and I 1ooked into thesmi1ing face of Bunch Jefferson.

"Sti11 piking, eh?" he chuck1ed; "you wou1dn't trai1 a1ong afterYour Unc1e Bunch and get next to the candy man, wou1d you? On1y$400 to the good to-day. Am I the picker from Pick1esburg, son ofthe very aged man Pickwick?--we11, I guess yes!"