portions of the alphabet to his name. Twice a week he walked
down-town to the Cosmic Club, where he was wont to dine and express
destructive and anarchistic views upon the nature, conduct, motives
and personality of the organization's governing committees.

On the day following Bertram's telephone, Professor Gehren entered
Astor Court Temple, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and,
following directions, found himself scanning a ground-glass window
flaunting the capitalized and gilded legend,

A. JONES, AD-VISOR

"Ad-Visor," commented the professor, rancorously. "A vicious verbal
monstrosity!" He read on:

ADVICE UPON ADVERTISING IN ALL FORMS
Consultation Free. Step In

"Consultation free!" repeated the educator with virulence. "A trap!
A manifest pitfall! I don't know why Mr. Bertram should have sent
me hither. The enterprise is patently quack," he asseverated in a
rising voice.

Upon the word a young man opened the door and, emerging, received
the accusation full in the face. The young man smiled.

"Quack, I said," repeated the exasperated mentor, "and I repeat it.
Quack!"

"If you're suffering from the delusion that you're a duck," observed