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per man?"
"From talking with people, and seeing what the newspapers fail to do."
"Where were you before you went on Guidance?"
"Instructor at Harvard."
"And you practiced your--er--specified profession there, too?"
"Oh, no. I was partly respectable then.
"Why did you leave?"
"Drink."
"Ah? You don't build up much of a character for yourself as prospective employee."
"If I join The Patriot staff I shall probably disappear once a month or so on a spree."
"Why should you join The Patriot staff? That is what you fail to make clear to me."
"Reference, Mr. Russell Edmonds," returned the other negligently.
"You two aren't getting anywhere with all this chatter," growled the reference. "Come, Severance; talk turkey, as you did to me."
"I don't want to talk," objected the other in his gentle, scholarly accents. "I want to look about: to diagnose the trouble in the news department."
"What do you suspect the trouble to be?" asked Banneker.
"Oh, the universal difficulty. Lack of brains."
Banneker laughed, but without relish. "We pay enough for what we've got. It ought to be good quality."
"You pay not wisely but too well. My own princely emolument as a prop of piety is thirty-five dollars a week."
"Would you come here at that figure?"
"I should prefer forty. For a period of six weeks, on trial."
"As Mr. Edmonds seems to think it worth the gamble, I'll take you on. From to-day, if you wish. Go out and look around."
"Wait a minute," interposed Edmonds. "What's his title? How is his job to be defined?"
"Call him my representative in the news department. I'll pay his salary myself. If he makes good, I'll more than get it back."
Mr. Severance's first concern appeared to be to make himself popular. In the anomalous position which he occupied as representative b