"Want to take it myself. Can I hire your assistant? Pay five dollars for five minutes."
"I guess so. Alfred!"
Alfred shambled out of the back of the store and helped Lennox carry the mothballs to the building where Tooky Ween had his office. They went up on the freight elevator but were dismayed to discover that Ween's office was closed for the day and locked.
"What we gone do now?" Alfred asked.
"Never admit defeat," Lennox said. "Go back to freight elevator. Was a big piece cardboard there. Bring it."
Alfred brought the sheet of corrugated board. Lennox twisted it into a funnel and inserted the narrow end into the mail slot in Ween's office door.
"Now open the boxes," Lennox beamed.
Carefully and kindly, they funneled one hundred pounds of mothballs into Ween's office.
"Won't have to worry about his property again," Lennox said.
He accompanied Alfred back to the hardware store where he purchased a stapling gun. Then he paid for his four signs, rolled them up and carried them to Grabinett's office. He nodded to the receptionist, breezed past her and entered the twisting halls of the rat-nest. There was no traffic. Lennox stopped, measured with his eye, and stapled the first six by three sign to the wall. In garish red and black letters it read: