Ordinarily he would have shouted a hilarious demand for the meaning of the mystery, but an inexplicable silence had been imposed upon him by the hush that fell upon his entrance and by the odd look every man in the shop had bent upon him.
Vaguely disquieted, he walked to one of the seats in the rear of the shop, and looked up and down the two lines of barbers, catching quickly shifted, furtive glances here and there.

He made this brief survey after wondering if one of the barbers had died suddenly, that day, or the night before; but there was no vacancy in either line.
The seat next to his was unoccupied, but some one had left a copy of the "Extra" there, and, frowning, he picked it up and glanced at it.

The first of the swollen display lines had little meaning to him: Fatally Faulty.

New Process Roof Collapses Hurling Capitalist to Death with Inventor.

Seven Escape When Crash Comes.