CONSCIENCE IN ART
“I NEVER could hold my partner, Andy Tucker, down to legitimate ethics of pure swindling,” said Jeff Peters to me one day.
“Andy had too much imagination to be honest. He used to devise schemes of money-getting so fradulent and high-financial that they wouldn’t have been allowed in the bylaws of a railroad rebate system.
“Myself, I never believed in taking any man’s dollars unless I gave him something for it—something in the way of rolled gold jewelry, garden seeds, lumbago lotion, stock certificates, stove polish or a crack on the head to show for his money. I guess I must have had New England ancestors away back and inherited some of their stanch and rugged fear of the police.
“But Andy’s family tree was in different kind. I don’t think he could have traced his descent any further back than a corporation.
“One summer while we was in the middle West,
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