No, I'm not Mr. Livius' representative. I'm only a
town-bound and interested observer of his."
"There you've got the better of me," said Average Jones. "I was
rather anxious to see him myself."
The other looked speculatively at the trim, keen-faced young man.
"Yet you do not look like a Latin scholar," he observed; "if you'll
pardon the comment."
"Nor do you," retorted Jones; "if the apology is returnable."
"I suppose not," owned the other with a sigh. "I've often thought
that my classical capacity would gain more recognition if I didn't
have a skin like Bob Fitzsimmons and hands like Ty Cobb.
Nevertheless, I'm in and of the department of Latin of Johns Hopkins
University. Name, Warren. Sit down."
"Thanks," said the other. "Name, Jones. Profession, advertising
advisor. Object, curiosity."
"A. V. R. E. Jones; better known as Average Jones, I believe?"
"'Experto crede! Being dog Latin for 'You seem to know all about
it."' The new-comer eyed his vis-a-vis. "Perhaps you--er--know
Mr. Robert Bertram," he drawled.
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