"Haven't the vaguest idea."
"You haven't worked on it much, then?"
Peter shook his head. "There were a lot of things that had priority," he said. "We had that scheduled for about three years from now, even. Anyway—what are you doing?"
"I'd like to know where the stuff goes," said Andrews.
"How are you going to find out?"
Tony Andrews handed Peter a key ring tag. It was an advertisement for an automobile salesroom, and it stated that any possible finders should merely drop the key ring and chain into the nearest mailbox; that the addressee would pay the postage. It then gave Tony Andrews' name and address and telephone number.
"Think ... if it's found anywhere ... it'll be returned?"
"That's how they sent them out," he said. "Darned good advertisement, too."
"But—"