If anything really interesting should happen to me I think I should drop dead, declared Ardmore as he stood talking to Griswold in the railway station at Atlanta. I entered upon this life under false pretenses, thinking that money would make the game easy, but here I am, twenty-seven years old, stalled at the end of a blind alley, with no light ahead; and to be quite frank, old man, I don't believe you have the advantage of me. What's the matter with us, anyhow?