"What's it doing in a daily paper? There must be--er--technical
publications--er--journals, you know, for this sort of demand."

"When Average's words come slow, you've got him interested,"
commented Bertram. "Sure sign."

"Nevertheless, he's right," said Waldemar. "It is rather
misplaced."

"How is this for one that says what it means?" said Bertram.

WANTED--At once, a brass howitzer and
a man who isn't afraid to handle it.
Mrs. Anne Cullen, Pier 49 1/2 East River.

"The woman who is fighting the barge combine," explained Waldemar.
"Not so good as it looks. She's bluffing."

"Anyway, I'd like a shy at this business," declared Average Jones
with sudden conviction. "It looks to me like something to do."

"Make it a business, then," advised Waldemar. "If you care really
to go in for it, my newspaper would be glad to pay for information
such as you might collect. We haven't time, for example, to trace
down fraudulent advertisers. If you could start an enterprise of
that sort, you'd certainly find it amusing, and, at times, perhaps,
even adventurous."

"I wouldn't know how to establish it," objected Average Jones.