"Double leaded," said Good shortly. "Got any pictures?"
"Say," said Bassett, "I've got some stuff that would make dynamite look like lemon candy. We'll make The World look like a gospel messenger. I'll make you a bet, Good."
"Yes?"
"I'll bet you a stein of imported Muenchen that there'll be hell let loose to-morrow in several advertising offices we know of."
"Why not ask me for it outright?" asked Good with a smile.
CHAPTER VIII
THE GREATEST GAME IN THE WORLD
On the day set for the beginning of Roger Wynrod's business career, Good introduced him to the more important members of the staff, all of whom expressed their profound pleasure at making his acquaintance, and without further conversation departed to more pressing duties. Their indifference rather nettled him, but he consoled himself by ascribing it to the high pressure under which newspaper offices notoriously laboured. He was quite mollified, however, when he reached the door of the office he was to occupy, and found his name prominently engrossed upon it in letters of gilt. He was also much pleased with the furniture, particularly the desk, a tremendous affair of mahogany, filled with all manner of alluring receptacles. The office, he was gratified to note, while not large, appeared more or less private.
"Now then," said Good, "here's your shop. Get to work. I'll be around the building somewhere if you need me."