"The Ancestral Manse"

Again Harry yanked on Livingston's arm."Come on, Livingston, let's go."And again Livingston's small eyes opened."Where are we going?""Home," said Harry. "We're at your house.""Oh," said Livingston. He sat up straight, blinking. "Splendid. What do we owe you, my good man?" he said, addressing the driver."Nothing," said the driver. "Your buddy already paid me.""Oh, thank you, Harry," said Livingston."It was your money," said Harry. "I took the liberty of taking it from your wallet.""Splendid, splendid," said Livingston."I put the wallet back in your trousers," said Harry."Yes, of course you did," said Livingston. "Shall we disembark then?""Yes," said Harry.Livingston was sitting on the street side of the back seat, and he turned, depressed the door handle, opened the door, and fell out into the street.Exactly one minute later Harry was pulling Livingston to his feet as the cab pulled away into the blizzard, belching exhaust into the falling snow and groaning like a dying elephant."Home…