After sleeping for about an hour, the wife awoke without a trace of illness and, as it was only a little after nine o’ clock, she decided to go to the party. Knowing what costume her husband was wearing, and also knowing that he didn’t know what costume she was wearing, she decided to slip into the party to observe how he behaved when she wasn’t around.

This she did, and as soon as she arrived the first one she spotted was her husband, prancing around on the dance floor with one slick chick and then another. So the wife slid up to him. Being a rather seductive woman herself, her husband left his dance partner standing, and devoted his attention to her. She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, and when he whispered a little proposition in her ear, she agreed, and they went to his car in the parking lot and let nature take its course.

Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away, went home and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation her husband would give her about his evening. He arrived home around 1:30 a.m., and went directly up to the bedroom to see how his wife was feeling. She was sitting up in bed reading, and asked, “Did you have a good time?”

The husband said, “Well, I’ll tell you, I never danced a dance. When I got there Pete Jones, Bill Brown and some other guys were stag, too, so we just sat back in the den playing poker all night. But I’ll tell you one thing, the guy I loaned my costume to sure had a good time!”