a document out of his pocket. ‘I think I’ve got this matter fixed up all right, Jeff. Look at that.’
“I open the paper and see that it is a corporation charter issued by the State of New Jersey to ‘The Peters & Tucker Consolidated and Amalgamated Aerial Franchise Development Company, Limited.’
“‘It’s to buy up rights of way for airship lines,’ explained Andy. ‘The Legislature wasn’t in session, but I found a man at a postcard stand in the lobby that kept a stock of charters on hand. There are 100,000 shares,’ says Andy, ‘expected to reach a par value of $1. I had one blank certificate of stock printed.’
“Andy takes out the blank and begins to fill it in with a fountain pen.
“‘The whole bunch,’ says he, ‘goes to our friend in dreamland for $5,000. Did you learn his name?’
“‘Make it out to bearer,’ says I.
“We put the certificate of stock in the cigar man’s hand and went out to pack our suit cases.
“On the ferryboat Andy says to me: ‘Is your conscience easy about taking the money now, Jeff?’
“‘Why shouldn’t it be?’ says I. ‘Are we any better than any other Holding Corporation?’”
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