of by his trained assistants. To the advertising expert's offices
had come that day but three cases difficult enough to be referred to
the Ad-Visor himself. Two were rather intricate financial lures
which Average Jones was able to dispose of by a mere "Don't." The
third was a Spiritualist announcement behind which lurked a shrewd
plot to entrap a senile millionaire into a marriage with the medium.
These having been settled, the expert was free to muse upon a
paragraph which had appeared in all the important New York morning
papers of the day before.

REWARD-$1,000 reward for information
as to slayer of Brindle Bulldog "Rags"
killed in office of Malcolm Dorr, Stengel
Building, Union Square, March 29.

"That's too much money for a dog," decided Average Jones.
"Particularly one that hasn't any bench record. I'll just have a
glance into the thing."

Slipping on his coat he walked briskly down the avenue, and crossing
over to Union Square, entered the gloomy old building which is the
sole survival of the days when the Stengel estate foresaw the upward
trend of business toward Fourteenth Street. Stepping from the
elevator at the seventh floor, he paused underneath this sign:

MALCOLM DORR
ANALYTICAL AND CONSULTING CHEMIST
Hours 10 to 4

Entering, Average Jones found a fat young man, with mild blue eyes,