kinds of pretty ones. All gone where the good bugs go now."

Average Jones took the pair of moths to the desk, measured them and
laid them carefully away in a drawer.

"The rest must wait," he said. "I have to send a telegram."

With the interested Mr. Curtis Fleming in attendance, he went to the
telegraph office, where he wrote out a dispatch.

"Mr. A. V. R. Jones?" said the operator. "There's a message here
for you."

Average Jones took the leaflet and read:

"Found gum on floor this morning when I arrived.
MALCOLM DORR."

Then he recalled his own blank, tore it up, and substituted the
following, which he ordered "rushed":

MALCOLM DORR, STENGEL BUILDING, NEW YORY CITY:

"Leave office immediately. Do not return until it has been
fumigated thoroughly. Imperative.
A. V. R. JONES."

"And now," said Average Jones to Mr. Fleming, "I'm going back to New
York. If any collectors come chasing to you for luna moths, don't
deal with them. Refer them to me, please. Here is my card."