straw. Aubrey addressed the conductor in terms that were highly treasonable, considering that this official was a government servant.
The winter twilight drew in, gray and dreary, with a threat of snow. For some time they sat in silence, Roger buried in a Philadelphia afternoon paper containing the text of the President's speech announcing his trip to Europe, and Aubrey gloomily recapitulating the schedule of his past week. His head throbbed, his hands were wet with nervousness so that crumbs of tobacco adhered to them annoyingly.
"It's a funny thing," he said at last. "You know I never heard of your shop until a week ago to-day, and now it seems like the most important place on earth. It was only last Tuesday that we had supper together, and since then I've had my scalp laid open twice, had a desperado lie in wait for me in my own bedroom, spent two night vigils on Gissing Street, and endangered the biggest advertising account our agency handles. I don't wonder you call the place haunted!"
"I suppose it would all make good advertising copy?" said Roger peevishly.
"Well, I don't know" said Aubrey. "It's a bit too rough, I'm afraid. How do you dope it out?"
"I don't know what to think. Weintraub has
