The walk
along this street developed nothing of interest to Average Jones
until they reached the statue. Here he paused to look curiously at
a number of square platforms built out from windows in the business
blocks.
"For flash-light outfits," explained Waldemar. "One of them is our
paper's."
"Flash-lights, eh?" said Average Jones. "And there'll be fireworks
and the air will be full of light and noise, under cover of which
almost anything might be done. I don't like it! Hello! What's
here?"
He turned to the glass front of a prosperous-looking cigar store on
the south side of the avenue and pointed to a shattered hole in the
window. Behind it a bullet swung on a thread from the ceiling, and
this agent of disaster the proprietor had ingeniously turned to
account in advertising, by the following placard:
AIM LOWER
If you expect to shoot holes in our prices.
WE CHALLENGE OUR COMPETITION
"Not bad," approved Average Jones. "I feel a great yearning to
smoke--"
They entered the store and were served by the proprietor.
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