THE clock on the wall above the clerk's head indicated half past five, and Anthony, relinquishing hope for the day, rose. Now he regretted the apparently fruitless expenditure of a dollar. “Leave an address?” the clerk inquired mechanically. “Office open at nine.” “I'll be back,” Anthony told him. He turned, and collided with a man entering suddenly from the street. He was past middle age, with a long, pallid countenance, drooping snuff-colored mustache, a preoccupied gaze behind bluish glasses, and was clad in correct brown linen, but wore an incongruously battered and worn soft hat. “I want a man to drive my car,” he announced abruptly. “I don't particularly care for a highly expert individual, but his habits--” he broke off, and muttered, “superficial adjustment to environment--popular conception of acquired characteristics.” Then, “must be moderate,” he ended unexpectedly. Anthony lingered, while the clerk assured the other that several highly desirable individuals were available. “In fact,” he told him, “one left the office only a few minutes ago; I will have him call upon you in the morning.” “What's this?” he replied, indicating Anthony; “is he a chauffeur?” The clerk nodded. “But,” he added, “the man I refer to is older, more experienced... sure to satisfy you.” “What references have you?” the prospective employer demanded. “None,” Anthony answered directly. The clerk dismissed his chances with a gesture. “What experience?” the other persisted. “Driving on and off for four or five years, and I am a fair mechanic.” “Fair only?” “That's all, sir.” The older man drew nearer to Anthony, scrutinizing him with a kindly severity. “What's the matter with your head?” he demanded. “I was knocked down and robbed on a country road.” “Lose much?” “Everything.” “Drinking?” “No, sir.” “Familiar with prehistoric geological strata?” Anthony admitted that he was not. “I had hoped,” the other murmured, “to get a driver who could assist me with my indices.” He renewed his close inspection, then, “Elemental,” he pronounced suddenly; “I'll take you.” “Five dollars, please,” interpolated the clerk. Outside his new employer took Anthony by the shoulder, glancing over his suit. “You can get your things, and then go out to my house.” “I can go sooner than that,” Anthony corrected him. “I have no things.” “Nothing but those clothes! Why... they will hardly do, will they? You must get something, take it out of your salary. But, hang it, a man must have a change of clothes! You must allow me--you are only a boy. I'll come along; no--impossible.” He took a long wallet from his pocket and placed it in Anthony's hands. “I don't know what such things cost,” he said. “I think there's enough; get what you need. I must be off... Mousterian deposits. Customs House.” Before Anthony could reply he had started away in a long, quick stride, but he stopped short. “My address,” he cried, “clean forgot.” He gave Anthony a street and number.