"Not yet, but soon," replies the Fall Guy. He doesn't know that he's the Fall Guy, but he is, unless he happens to possess more than a human average of suspicion and wariness. FALL GUY TAKES BAIT. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Now, I wouldn't have come to deliver this package if he hadn't promised to be here at this moment. And he wanted it so badly--and I can't wait!" "That's too bad," says Mr. Fall Guy. "But that's all right; you may leave the package in my care and I'll see that he gets it the first thing he comes down." "So kind of you," purrs the operator. "The only difficulty in the way of that is that I must see him when I deliver it." Nothing coarse or abrupt, you will see; instead the smooth, purring round of the wheels that grind artistically and well. Here the operator begins to bite the under lip and look at the clock with clouded brows. "Hm! I can't wait, and he wanted it so much this morning!" SUCKER DIGS OUT COIN. Fall Guy being a friend of Stool Pigeon's (the operator has picked him because of that qualification), gets solicitous. "Well, there's a collection of a dollar on this package; that is all, really." If Fall Guy looks burdened with money the charge may be as high as $2.50. Hardly more than this. It may run as low as 25 cents. The package contains, according to the operator, anything from a pair of cuff buttons to a pair of shoes. And Fall Guy pays at least often enough to make the game worth playing for the operator. FLEECING INVALIDS AND CRIPPLES. This is a story of the most despicable graft extant. For, although it has been broken up in Chicago, it still flourishes in nearly every other large city in the country. It is not only despicable but it is heinous, fiendish, unspeakable. It is the sort of a thing that causes the blood of an honest man or of a manly rogue to boil, and long for a chance to clutch its inventor by the throat. It is the letter-copying scheme. Real criminals take chances on death, or the penitentiary, and on personal encounters with those whose money they unlawfully seek to acquire, but the vultures behind the "ads." promising lucrative work at home content themselves with mulcting helpless invalids, aged and infirm persons who seek to contribute to their own support and persons whom poverty has driven to desperation, and who see in the gilded promises of the cormorant an avenue of escape. The public is familiar with the advertisements which constantly are seen in the newspapers offering employment that will not necessitate canvassing, or peddling, and which can be done in the home with great profit. Occasionally the "ads." explain that the work is that of copying letters. [Illustration: AN ATTEMPT TO CATCH YOUR EYE] WRITE SMOOTH LETTERS. The victim answers the "ad." and in reply receives this stereotyped letter--the form is the same in every instance: ESTEEMED FRIEND: