"I would suggest waning mental acumen," he said.
The blind man winced palpably as he rose to his feet. "That is the
second time you have taunted me on that. Kindly tell me my
mistake."
Average Jones led him to the door and opened it.
"Your mistake," he drawled as he sped his parting guest into the
grasp of a waiting attendant, "was--er--in not remembering
that--er--you mustn't fish for bass in November."
CHAPTER VIII
BIG PRINT
In the Cosmic Club Mr. Algernon Spofford was a figure of
distinction. Amidst the varied, curious, eccentric, brilliant, and
even slightly unbalanced minds which made the organization unique,
his was the only wholly stolid and stupid one. Club tradition
declared that he had been admitted solely for the beneficent purpose
of keeping the more egotistic members in a permanent and pleasing
glow of superiority. He was very rich, but otherwise quite harmless.
In an access of unappreciated cynicism, Average Jones had once suggested
to him, as a device for his newly acquired coat-of-arms, "Rocks et
Praeterea Nihil.
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