"In excellent physical condition!" snapped Mr. Trinkle. "That's the third Adonis you've described. Quit it!"
"But that is the exact description of those three young men——"
"Every one. They all seem to have been exceptionally handsome and healthy."
"Well, does that suggest any clue to you? Think! Use your mind. Do you see any clue?"
"In what?"
"In the probably similar fate of so much masculine beauty?"
The young men looked at him, perplexed, silent.
Mr. Trinkle waved his hands in desperation.
"Wake up!" he shouted. "Doesn't it strike you as odd that every one of them so far has been Gibsonian perfection itself? Doesn't that seem funny? Doesn't it suggest some connection with the present Franchise strike?"