"Bailey has been carried away by two people in a buggy. They were
strangers to the town. He was injured and unconscious. They still
have him. Incidentally, he has seriously interfered with a daring
and highly ingenious enterprise. That is all I can tell you at
present."
The clergyman found his voice. "In heaven, Mr. Jones," he cried,
"tell me who and what these people are."
"I don't know who they are. I do know what they are. But it can do
no good to tell you the one until I can find out the other. Be sure
of one thing, Bailey is in no further danger. You'll hear from me
as soon as I have anything definite to report."
With that the Reverend Mr. Prentice had to be content; that and a
few days later, a sheet of letter-paper bearing the business imprint
of the Ad-Visor, and enclosing this advertisement:
WANTED--3 Ft. type for sensational Bill Work.
Show samples. Delivery in two weeks. A. Jones,
Ad-Visor, Court Temple, N. Y. City.
Had the Reverend Mr. Prentice been a reader of journals devoted to
the art and practice of printing he might have observed that message
widely scattered to the trade.
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