should be addressed to our Tariff Department."

Mr. Morehouse wrote to the Tariff Department. He stated his case clearly,
and gave his arguments in full, quoting a page or two from the
encyclopedia to prove that guinea-pigs were not common pigs.

With the care that characterizes corporations when they are systematically
conducted, Mr. Morehouse's letter was numbered, O.K'd, and started through
the regular channels. Duplicate copies of the bill of lading, manifest,
Flannery's receipt for the package and several other pertinent papers were
pinned to the letter, and they were passed to the head of the Tariff
Department.

The head of the Tariff Department put his feet on his desk and yawned. He
looked through the papers carelessly.

"Miss Kane," he said to his stenographer, "take this letter. 'Agent,
Westcote, N. J. Please advise why consignment referred to in attached
papers was refused domestic pet rates."'

Miss Kane made a series of curves and angles on her note book and waited
with pencil poised. The head of the department looked at the papers again.

"Huh! guinea-pigs!" he said. "Probably starved to death by this time! Add
this to that letter: 'Give condition of consignment at present.'"

He tossed the papers on to the stenographer's desk, took his feet from his
own desk and went out to lunch.

When Mike Flannery received the letter he scratched his head.