I've observed of late that the _Bulletin_ has lacked humour." "Did it ever have any ?" asked Clint, folding the letter he had been struggling over.
"Unconsciously, yes.

Last year someone contributed a sonnet called 'Truth.' No one could see much sense in it until some smart chap discovered that the first letters of each line spelled 'The Bulletin is Punk.' Now when you want anything printed in the _Bulletin_ you have to send a sworn statement that there isn't an acrostic concealed in it.

The editors went gunning for the fellow who sent in the sonnet, but they never found him." Clint laughed.

"They didn't try 14 Torrence, then, did they ?" he inquired.

Amy smiled noncommittingly.
"Your insinuation pains me," he murmured.
"Why don't you deny it, then ?" "It is quite unnecessary.