"You let him go?"
"What could I do? I can't afford to make a fuss with that man Sturgis around. I can't prove there's no Alfred when my only chance of avoiding prison is to be Alfred."
"Well, you've made things right for yourself with Stella Vanderley, anyway," I said, to cheer him up.
"What's the good of that now? I've hardly any money and no prospects. How can I marry her?"
I pondered.
"It looks to me, old top," I said at last, "as if things were in a bit of a mess."
"You've guessed it," said poor old George.
I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else, don't you know, if you see what I mean. At any moment you may be strolling peacefully along, and all the time Life's waiting around the corner to fetch you o
