When women found out that you had money,
they'd never rest till they had got every cent of it, or at least
had made you spend it on them!
Section 51
Nelse Ackerman's home was far out in the suburbs of the city, upon a
knoll surrounded by forest. It was a couple of miles from the
nearest trolley line, which forced Peter to take a hot walk in the
sun. Apparently the great banker, in selecting the site of his
residence, had never once thought that anybody might want to get to
it without an automobile. Peter reflected as he walked that if he
continued to move in these higher circles, he too would have to join
the motor-driving class.
About the estate there ran a great bronze fence, ten feet high, with
sharp, inhospitable spikes pointing outwards. Peter had read about
this fence a long time ago in the American City "Times"; it was so
and so many thousand yards long, and had so and so many spikes, and
had cost so and so many tens of thousands of dollars. There were big
bronze gates locked tight, and a sign that said: "Beware the dogs!"
Inside the gates were three guards carrying rifles and walking up
and down; they were a consequence of the recent dynamite conspiracy,
but Peter did not realize this, he took them for a regular
institution, and a symbol of the importance of the man he was to
visit.
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