"What do you think of that?" said Roger. "You'll find that in the story called The Anarchist."
"I think less than nothing of it," said Aubrey. "As your friend Don Marquis observed the other evening, an idea isn't always to be blamed for the people who believe in it. Mr. Conrad has been reading some quack ads, that's all. Because there are fake ads, that doesn't condemn the principle of Publicity. But look here, what I really came round to see you for is to show you this. It was in the Times this morning."
He pulled out of his pocket a clipping of the LOST insertion to which Roger's attention had already been drawn.
"Yes, I've just seen it," said Roger. "I missed the book from my shelves, and I believe someone must have stolen it."
"Well, now, I want to tell you something," said Aubrey. "To-night I had dinner at the Octagon with Mr. Chapman."
"Is that so?" said Roger. "You know his daughter's here now."
"So he told me. It's rather interesting how it all works out. You see, after you told me the other day that Miss Chapman was coming to work for you, that gave me an idea. I knew her father would be specially interested in Brooklyn, on that
