Finney’s luck turns from good to bad and back again so fast that he can’t keep track of it. His wife wants to go to the theater on the very evening that Finney is playing so close to the cloth that he can’t buy tickets. Thoroughly discouraged, he is walking along the street when a crook bumps into him and drops two theater tickets at his very feet. He picks them up and runs home to bid his wife prepare for the glorious evening, while the woman from whom the tickets were stolen is putting the whole Burn’s Detective Agency on the track of the thief. Finney and his wife are enjoying the performance and Finney is standing ace high in his wife’s regard when the detectives succeed in tracing the numbers of the seats for which the stolen tickets call. Luck changes again when Mr. Finney and his good wife find themselves lodged in a cell with excellent chances of spending the night there. But luck changes once more and Finney comes into his own.