There are two things to know about a salesman, the first being that his present job is just to tide him over until the position he is really fitted for comes along. Big Bill Bennett was no exception to this first rule. Nor was he an exception to the second, of which more later. Just back from the Moon on a block selling assignment, he lounged into his branch office an hour late and told his boss that, though it hurt his unmarred conscience to quit when the whole corporation would feel the loss,