Ir was just three o'clock in the morning. The reveller tottered up to a house and banged on door. An extremely sleepy tenant opened Yes?" he yawned.
The drunk reached into his pocket and drew out a leather case. He extracted a card and handed it with a flourish to the sleepy householder. "My card, sir," he bowed.
The card was completely blank. The oth ran turned it over and looked up in perplexity.
"Look here, my good man," he said, "it's hree o'clock in the morning. Just what do you want?"
The reveller smiled. a Nothing; he replied politely; "nothing at "You don't want anything?" ejaculated the dazed tenant. "Then what's the idea of handing me this card?"
Oh, that's quite all right," he explained. Tve got plenty more!"
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