"Not for me," Lennox explained patiently. "For a friend who's all the time worrying about his property. Can't protect it enough. I'm afraid he's forgot about moths." "Crazy! Where you want this shipped?" "Want to take it myself. Can I hire your assistant? Pay five dollars for five minutes." "I guess so. Alfred!" Alfred shambled out of the back of the store and helped Lennox carry the mothballs to the building where Tooky Ween had his office. They went up on the freight elevator but were dismayed to discover that Ween's office was closed for the day and locked. "What we gone do now?" Alfred asked. "Never admit defeat," Lennox said. "Go back to freight elevator. Was a big piece cardboard there. Bring it." Alfred brought the sheet of corrugated board. Lennox twisted it into a funnel and inserted the narrow end into the mail slot in Ween's office door. "Now open the boxes," Lennox beamed. Carefully and kindly, they funneled one hundred pounds of mothballs into Ween's office. "Won't have to worry about his property again," Lennox said. He accompanied Alfred back to the hardware store where he purchased a stapling gun. Then he paid for his four signs, rolled them up and carried them to Grabinett's office. He nodded to the receptionist, breezed past her and entered the twisting halls of the rat-nest. There was no traffic. Lennox stopped, measured with his eye, and stapled the first six by three sign to the wall. In garish red and black letters it read: 40 FEET 40 TO THE OFFICE OF _MELVIN GRABINETT_ The Man of V*i*s*i*o*n*! Lennox went ten feet down the hall and stapled the next sign to the wall: ONLY 30 FEET MORE TO THE OFFICE OF _MELVIN GRABINETT_ The Showman's S*h*o*w*m*a*n At the corner of the hall he stapled: NEXT RIGHT TURN TO THE OFFICE OF M G E R L A V B I I N N E T T Alongside Grabinett's door he affixed the last sign: O*F*F*I*C*E O*F MELVIN (BLINKY) GRABINETT "Secret acts of kindness performed by stealth," Lennox murmured and returned to the hardware store. "I need Alfred again," he said. "What! More mothballs?" "No. Got a hungry friend needs taking care of. Give me Alfred." "He ain't gonna eat me, is he?" Alfred inquired. Lennox beamed, patted Alfred and gave him another five dollars. He also gave him the stapling gun, warning him that it was loaded. Then he took him to a grocers and bought every package of Jello in the store. They were packed into a carton which Alfred carried behind Lennox who conducted him to the network building and up to the twentieth floor. It was empty. They went into Audibon's office and put the carton down. "They sure let you in easy," Alfred said. Lennox nodded complacently and opened the door to Audibon's private bath. He ran the hot water in the wash basin until it came out scalding. "What flavor would my hungry friend like in his toilet, Alfred?" he asked genially.