“Well, I don’t see it at all,” said Farley glumly. “How did you ever get to us?”
Average Jones mildly contemplated the mathematical center of his questioner.
“New waistcoat?” he asked.
Farley glanced down at the outrageous pattern with pride.
“Yep. Got it last week.”
“Lost the one that came with the pepper-and-salt suit you’re wearing?”
“Damn!” exploded Farley in sudden enlightenment.
“Just so. Your waistcoat got mixed with the boy’s clothes, which are of the same common pattern, and was tossed out on the beach with his coat.”
“Well, I didn’t leave a card in it, did I?” retorted the other.
“Something just as good.”