It Worked Again in Boston.
”It’s curious,” said Wilkins, “how coming events cast their shadows before them. I’ll wager a fiver none of you gentlemen can guess what was the last thing played on the Tremont Temple organ at the time of the fire.”
“The Lost Chord,” suggested Dumbley.
Wilkins shook his head. “Dies Iræ,” said the classical gentleman.
Wilkins shook his head again.
“What was it then ?” asked the practical member.
Wilkins got up, reached for his hat, and went to the door. Then he replied :
“ The hose ! ”