"It wouldn't be so bad," he muttered, "if all four of us were all right. But Ventnor's down and out, and God alone knows for how long. And Ruth has all the trouble we have and some special ones of her own. I've an idea" he hesitated "an idea that there was no exaggeration in that story she told an idea that if anything she underplayed it." "I, too," I replied somberly.