 What was the goal of Frank's newspaper ad?
Frank Pembroke sat behind the desk of his shabby little office over Lemark's Liquors in downtown Los Angeles and waited for his first customer. The series of events leading up to Pembroke's present occupation had commenced on a dismal, overcast evening in the South Pacific a year earlier. Pembroke came as close to being a professional adventurer as one can in these days of regimented travel, organized peril, and political restriction. One in particular, an attractive woman of about thirty, tossed back her long, chestnut locks and gazed up intently at Pembroke as he passed. But as he left the shop he began checking off every west coast state, city, town, and inlet. "Your bet's as good as mine," said Pembroke.
 To lure out people from Puerto Pacifico to use as evidence.
 To find clients for his new business.  To lure out people from Puerto Pacifico to use as evidence.  To carry out his orders in his mission on Earth.  To lure out people from Puerto Pacifico to connect with.