"Coals to Newcastle," smiled Marrineal. "These seem to be copies of The
Patriot."

"Not exact copies. Try this one." Selecting an issue at random he passed
it to the other.

Marrineal went into it carefully, turning from the front page to the
inside, and again farther in the interior, without comment. Nor did he
speak at once when he came to the editorial page. But he glanced up at
Banneker before settling down to read.

"Very interesting," he said presently, in a non-committal manner. "Have
you more?"

Silently Banneker transferred to the table-top the remainder of the
suitcase's contents. Choosing half a dozen at random, Marrineal turned
each inside out and studied the editorial columns. His expression did
not in any degree alter.

"You have had these editorials set up in type to suit yourself, I take
it," he observed after twenty minutes of perusal; "and have pasted them
into the paper."

"Exactly."

"Why the double-column measure?"

"More attractive to the eye. It stands out."

"And the heavy type for the same reason?"

"Yes. I want to make 'em just as easy to read as possible."

"They're easy to read," admitted the other. "Are they all yours?"

"Mine--and others'."

Marrineal looked a bland question. Banneker answered it.

"I've been up and down in the highways and the low-ways, Mr. Marrineal,
taking those editorials from the speech of the ordinary folk who talk
about their troubles and their pleasures."

"I see. Straight from the throbbing heart of the people.
Jones-in-the-street-car."

"And Mrs. Jones. Don't forget her. She'll read 'em."

"If she doesn't, it won't be because they don't bid for her interest.
Here's this one, 'Better Cooking Means Better Husbands: Try It.' That's
the _argumentum ad feminam_ with a vengeance."

"Yes. I picked that up from a fat old party who was advising a thin
young wife at a fish-stall. 'Give'm his food _right_ an' he'll come home
to it, 'stid o' workin' the free lunch.'"

"Here are two on the drink question. 'Next Time Ask the Barkeep Why _He_
Doesn't Drink,' and, 'Mighty Elephants Like Rum--and Are Chained
Slaves.'"

"You'll find more moralizing on booze if you look farther. It's one of
the subjects they talk most about."

"'The Sardine is Dead: Therefore More Comfortable Than You, Mr.
Straphanger,'" read Marrineal.

"Go up in the rush-hour L any day and you'll hear that editorial with
trimmings."

"And 'Mr. Flynn Owes You a Yacht Ride' is of th