Never Weaken

The osteopathic specialist’s secretary and the young broker in neighboring twelfth-floor offices.

She’s canned for want of custom, he finds her weeping at her desk beneath the ruins of the Colosseum in a photograph on the wall, he drums up business.

And then, by a foolish misapprehension, he becomes convinced she loves another.

Poison, letter-spike, gas, leap, gun, how shall he do away with himself for love?

By a foolish misadventure, he flounders about on the beams of a new skyscraper going up across the street.

Back on the ground, enlightened, he nearly goes up again with his betrothed, but thinks better of it.