Let's see; this is your Monday at Sherry's, isn't it? All right. I'll
meet you there."
Providentially, as it might appear, a friend of Cressey's, having
secured a diplomatic appointment, was giving up his bachelor apartment
in the select and central Regalton.
"Cheap as dirt," said the enthusiastic Cressey, beaming at Banneker over
his cocktail that evening. "Two rooms and bath; fully furnished, and you
can get it for eighteen hundred a year."
"Quite a raise from the five dollars a week I've been paying," smiled
Banneker.
"Pshaw! You've got to live up to your new reputation. You're somebody,
now, Banneker. All New York is talking about you. Why, I'm afraid to say
I know you for fear they'll think I'm bragging."
"All of which doesn't increase my income," pointed out the other.
"It will. Just wait. One way or another you'll capitalize that
reputation. That's the way New York is."
"That isn't the way _I_ am, however. I'll capitalize my brains and
ability, if I've got 'em; not my gun-play."
"Your gun-play will advertise your brains and ability, then," retorted
Cressey. "Nobody expects you to make a princely income shooting up
toughs on the water-front. But your having done it will put you in the
lime-light where people will notice you.
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