Chapter X The Eleventh Commandment

* * * * * Mr. Moon tapped at the door of the Artistes’ Parlour behind the spacious platform of Carnegie Hall, New York City, and entered deferentially. Mr. Moon had had cause to be deferential to a good many people in the course of his life, because, to employ a useful American idiom, a good many people had got something on Mr. Moon. To Dale Conway he paid the highest deference of all. “Good evening, guv’nor,” he said. “Come in, Moon,” replied Conway. “Got the medals?” “These are the bes…