"Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Go on, get out."
He almost knocked the man over as he left the apartment. The man was standing there, about to ring the bell. Well dressed, clean, expensive overcoat, polished shoes, black hat and a mild friendly face.
"Mr. Frederick Williams?" the man asked.
"Yes," said Fred.
"You entered the Sunday News competition for a free space ride?"
"Yes. Did I win it?"
"Unfortunately, no," said the man.
"Oh. Well, excuse me, I've got to go and get something."
"I'll come with you. My name is Howard Sprinnell, Mr. Williams, and I've been examining the entries to that competition. Frankly, we think you have considerable talent."