ons of other people's abstinence.
The most embittered citizen of Detroit will never perish by his own
hand while he has an automobile to tinker.

Aubrey walked many miles, gradually throwing his despair to the winds.
The bright spirits of Orison Swett Marden and Ralph Waldo Trine,
Dioscuri of Good Cheer, seemed to be with him reminding him that
nothing is impossible. In a small restaurant he found sausages,
griddle cakes and syrup. When he got back to Gissing Street it was
dark, and he girded his soul for further endeavour.

About nine o'clock he walked up the alley. He had left his overcoat in
his room at Mrs. Schiller's and also the Cromwell bookcover--having
taken the precaution, however, to copy the inscriptions into his pocket
memorandum-book. He noticed lights in the rear of the bookshop, and
concluded that the Mifflins and their employee had got home safely.
Arrived at the back of Weintraub's pharmacy, he studied the contours of
the building carefully.

The drug store lay, as we have explained before, at the corner of
Gissing Street and Wordsworth Avenue, just where the Elevated railway
swings in a long curve. The course of this curve brought the
scaffolding of the viaduct out over the back roof of the building, and
this fact had impressed itself on Aubrey's observant eye the day
before. The front of the drug store stood three storeys, but in the
rear it dropped to two, with a flat roof over the hinder portion. Two
windows looked out upon this roof. Weintraub's back yard opened onto
the alley, but the gate, he found, was locked. The fence would not be
hard to scale, but he hesitated to make so direct an approach.

He ascended the stairs of the "L" station, on the near side, and paying
a nickel passed through a turnstile onto the platform. Waiting until
just after a train had left, and the long, windy sweep of planking was
solitary, he dropped onto the narrow footway that runs beside the
track. This required watchful walking, for the charged third rail was
very near, but hugging the outer side of the path he proceeded without
trouble. Every fifteen feet or so a girder ran sideways from the
track, resting upon an upright from the street below. The fourth of
these overhung the back corner of Weintraub's house, and he crawled
cautiously along it. People were passing on the pavement underneath,
and he greatly feared being discovered. But he reached the end of the
beam without mishap. From here a dr