"Four half-volumes at twelve and sixpence each," he said, turning to her, "_The Album of Inventions_. It gives the history of all the principal inventions, with a brief biography of the inventors. You want to know who invented the watch--look it up under W; the telephone--turn to T. It's a history of the progress of science and civilisation. 'The origin of the inventions, and the voids they fill,' that's the idea. Ah, here it is! Now look at that, and tell me if you think you could do any good with it." She took a slim crimson-bound book from its case, and glanced through it. "Oh, I certainly think I could," she said; "I should like to try, anyhow." "Very well, you shall be the first agent to canvass the _Album_ for us." "And how about terms?" she questioned. "The terms, Miss Brettan, ought to be to you in a very little while about five or six pounds a week. You may do more; we have travellers with us who are making their twenty. But for a start say five or six." "You mean that that would be my commencing salary?" she asked calmly. "No, not as salary," he said, carelessly too. "I mean your commissions would amount to that." By his tone one might have supposed that formality obliged him to distinguish between these sources of income, but that it was practically a distinction without a difference. "On every order you bring us for the Album we allow you half a guinea. Saturdays you needn't go out--it's a bad day, especially to catch professional men. But saying you make twelve calls five days a week, and out of every dozen calls you book two orders, there is your five guineas a week for you as regular as clockwork! I'll tell you what I'll do: just give me a receipt for the specimen, and go home this morning and study it. To-morrow come in to me again at ten o'clock. And every day I'll make out a short list for you of people who've already been subscribers of ours for some work or another--I can pick out addresses that lie close together; and then you'll have the advantage of knowing you're waiting on buyers, and not wasting your time." "Thank you very much," she said. "Here's the order-book. You see they have to fill up a form. Every one you bring filled-in means half a guinea to you. You have no further trouble--a deliverer takes the volumes round and collects the money. Just get the order signed, and your responsibility is over. Is that all right?" "That's all right." He rose and shook hands with her. "At ten o'clock," he repeated. "So long!" She descended the dirty stairs excitedly. The aspect of the world had changed for her in a quarter of an hour. And to think, she would never have dreamt of trying Pattenden's--never have heard of the occupation--if she had not met Mr. Macpherson, had not gone to Finchley, had not been so tired that, having parted with her last penny at the news-room----