THAT IS NOT BILLIARD CHALK
Meantime at the _Planet_ office Masterman Throgton was putting on his
coat to go home.
"Excuse me, sir," said an employé, "there's a lot of green billiard
chalk on your sleeve."
Throgton turned and looked the man full in the eye.
"That is not billiard chalk," he said, "it is face powder."
Saying which this big, imperturbable, self-contained man stepped into
the elevator and went to the ground floor in one drop.