Then becoming grave: "That's a deep fellow, if you like.

We all know where he started from and where he got to; but nobody knows what he means to do." He became thoughtful for a moment and added as if speaking to himself, "I wonder what his game is." And, you know, there was no game, no game of any sort, or shape or kind.
It came out plainly at the trial.

As I've told you before, he was a clerk in a bank, like thousands of others.

He got that berth as a second start in life and there he stuck again, giving perfect satisfaction.

Then one day as though a supernatural voice had whispered into his ear or some invisible fly had stung him, he put on his hat, went out into the street and began advertising.