 But where did you get the idea that he was a janitor? He wrote me he was himself. Well, he was lying. He ain't. He's captain of a barge. Five men under him. A barge? What kind of a barge? Coal, mostly. A co-barge? If that ain't a swell job to find your long-lost old man working at. Gee, I knew something would be bound to turn out wrong. Always does with me. That puts my idea of his giving me a rest on the bum. What do you mean?