Thus, almost daily he found fresh evidences of dishonesty, either in the firm's dealing with manufacturers or customers, or some treachery of employees, whose opportunity came to them in the form of mail orders. Goods were ordered in this way frequently which could not be supplied, and an inferior grade was almost invariably substituted. When this was done the "mail order clerk's" methods were simple--either he or the firm were profiters through the transaction. Mr. Denton finally thought out the solution of this unpleasant matter, and on this particular morning he summoned the advertising manager for the firm to his office. Picking up a daily paper, he pointed to one of their attractive "ads." "Bring me a sample of these goods, Green," he said, a little sternly; "you can get them of Billings, the buyer in that department." "Oh, that's only a blind, sir," was the startling answer, "Mr. Billings has some old goods that he is trying to work off. They are not quite up to the mark, but that 'ad' will sell them." "Do you mean by that, Green, that we are misrepresenting our goods?" asked Mr. Denton; "or, in other words, that we are advertising one grade of goods and selling another?" "That's about it," said the manager, looking a little puzzled, "but it's nothing new, sir; we've always done it!" Mr. Denton looked at him for a moment before he spoke. He could not censure him for what they had "always" done, neither could he blame the man for his own previous indifference on the subject. "Don't do it again, Green," he said very sadly, "and send Mr. Billings to me the minute you see him." As Mr. Green went out Mr. Denton groaned aloud: "Would he ever get to the end of his own dishonesty, or was he to be confronted daily by such contemptible trickery?" Just once he tried to justify his past methods, but with a sneer of scorn he put such thoughts from him. As he sat in deep meditation the door opened again. He looked up, and saw that it was Mr. Forbes who had entered. "I am glad to see you," said Mr. Denton, quickly, "and I hope you are feeling entirely recovered." Mr. Forbes bowed slightly, as he dropped into a chair. "Mr. Forbes," said Mr. Denton, "I am ashamed of myself! I never knew until to-day that I was such a scoundrel!" He pointed to the paper that he still held in his hand, and in a very few words repeated his late conversation. "That is necessary in business," said Mr. Forbes shortly, "and it is, to say the least, peculiar that you shouldn't know it!" "Well, it's an infamous trick!" was Mr. Denton's rejoinder. "Just think of the poor people whom we have defrauded in that manner!" "I prefer to think of the dollars it has brought into our pockets," said Mr. Forbes sullenly, "and now that we are on the subject, I may as well say, Mr. Denton, that I am sick and tired of this whole idiotic business!" "Do you wish to sell out?" Mr. Denton spoke calmly. "If so, name your price while I have the money to pay you."