live in any place where the janitor argues all day with the tenants and makes the place sound like an East Side tenement. Besides, my wife hasn't known a well day since we've lived here. The heat is bad and everything else."
The young man made a deprecating gesture with eloquent hands. "It's not my fault," he said. "I just thought maybe you forgot the lease. I'll tell the landlord. It's his business, not mine."
"They'll sue us," Lillian said as Hubert closed the door.
"I'd beat the case in any court in the country. Why, the service here has been terrible. No heat after ten o'clock at night or anything."
"That's the time that heat goes down in all apartments. You were foolish; you should have gone to see the landlord and told him that you met with business troubles."
"Why should I do that? What's it his business what I met with? I'm damned if I'll go ask favors of him."
"All right. Suit yourself."
Hubert went to the garage then. He had received the bill in his morning mail and had to have a little talk with the fellow. He entered the garage, wearing his genial smile, and went to the office at once.
"Say, let this bill go a month, will you? I'm a wee bit strapped for cash."
"We don't usually do that, Mr. Cory."
"Of course not. I don't usually ask you to either. If I meant to gyp you I'd park the cars here till you
