"My first encounter with Archibald Florance was very funny," proceeded Mr. Seven Sachs, blandly deaf. "I was starving in New York,--trying to sell a new razor on commission,--and I was determined to get on to the stage. I had one visiting card left--just one. I wrote ’Important’ on it, and sent it up to Wunch. I don’t know whether you’ve ever heard of Wunch. Wunch was Archibald Florence’s stage-manager, and nearly as famous as Archibald himself. Well, Wunch sent for me up-stairs to his room, but when he found I was only the usual youngster after the usual job he just had me thrown out of the theatre. He said I’d no right to put ’Important’ on a visiting card. ’Well,’ I said to myself, ’I’m going to get back into that theatre somehow!’ So I went up to Archibald’s private house--Sixtieth Street I think it was, and asked to see him, and I saw him. When I got into his room, he was writing. He kept on writing for some minutes, and then he swung round on his chair. "’And what can I do for you, sir?’ he said. "’Do you want any actors, Mr. Florance?’ I said. "’Are you an actor?’ he said. "’I want to be one,’ I said. "’Well,’ he said, ’there’s a school round the corner.’ "’Well,’ I said, ’you might give me a card of introduction, Mr. Florance.’ "He gave me the card. I didn’t take it to the school. I went straight back to the theatre with it, and had it sent up to Wunch. It just said, ’Introducing Mr. Sachs, a young man anxious to get on.’ Wunch took it for a positive order to find me a place. The company was full, so he threw out one poor devil of a super to make room for me. Curious thing--old Wunchy got it into his head that I was a _protégé_ of Archibald’s, and he always looked after me. What d’ye think about that?" "Brilliant!" said Edward Henry. And it was! The simplicity of the thing was what impressed him. Since winning a scholarship at school by altering the number of marks opposite his name on a paper lying on the master’s desk, Edward Henry had never achieved advancement by a device so simple. And he thought: "I am nothing! The Five Towns is nothing! All that one hears about Americans and the United States is true. As far as getting on goes, they can make rings round us. Still, I shall tell him about the countess and the mule--"