Ilent old fellow, with thick glasses and a very disconcerting stare. He
now used this stare hard and said nothing. So I hastened to add-- "Of
course I have got money, but I haven't got it with me; and I shall have
to give you a check." He just gave a little sniff and turned his head
and glanced up at a framed card above the desk which read--
+-----------------+ |NO CHECKS CASHED.| +-----------------+ "But," I
hastened to add, "I'll tell you what I would like to have you do. You
telegraph, at my expense of course, to Mr. Murphy, of the Genesee Hotel,
or Mr. Shea, at Shea's Theater, and I think they will assure you that
Will Cressy's check is good." He sniffed again and looked at me through
those big glasses, and I began to get rattled in earnest. There must be
some way; I must have something that will convince this man I am not a
crook. I have it! My Identification Card from my insurance company.
Hastily getting out my pocketbook I showed him this card. "I can show
you all right that I am Will Cressy. See? Here is my picture; and how
heavy I am; and how tall; and the color of my eyes; and hair; and my
signature." Anxiously I looked up at him again. And I hadn't touched
him. I began to get desperate. Frantically I searched through my
pocketbook for _something_ that would show my identity. I dragged out my
different Club Cards. "See!" I said, "I belong to the Lambs' Club, in
New York; and the Friars; and the Green Room Club; and the Touring Club
of America; and the Vaudeville Comedy Club." I stopped; almost tearfully
I looked at him. I could do no more. He
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