''Subversive'' is, in essence, a negative term--it means simply ''against the existent system.'' It doesn't mean subversives all agree...
hough it was his turn.
"My name is Flowers," the Freer Enterprises man told him, nervously. "Frederic Flowers. Frankly, this is my first month at the job and I'm not too well acquainted with all the ramifications of the business." He moistened his lips. "I hope there is nothing illegal--" He let the sentence fade away.
Tracy reclaimed his false identity papers and put them back into his wallet before saying easily, "I really couldn't say, as yet. Let's have a bit of questions and answers and I'll go further into the matter."
Flowers regained his confidence. "No reason why not," he said quickly. "So far as I know, all is above board."
Frank Tracy let his eyes go about the room. "Why are you established, almost secretly, you might say, in this business backwoods of the city?"
"No secret about it," Flowers demurred. "Merely the cheapest rent we could find. We cut costs to the bone, and then shave the bone."
"Um-m-m. I've spoken to one of your salesmen, a Warren Dickens,
A company is going door to door selling soap without packaging, advertising, and marketing costs--just cheap soap. This triggers an investigation and action by a government agency out to prevent economic collapse.
A good ironic story with a twist at the end that is only slightly hurt by the fact it could never happen.