"Now,
Waldemar, I call your attention to that restaurant on the opposite
corner."
Waldemar conned the designated building with attention. "Well," he
said finally, "what of it? I don't see anything wrong with it."
"Precisely my point," returned the Ad-Visor with a grin. "Neither
do I. Therefore, suppose you go there and order luncheon for two,
while I walk down to the next block and back again. I'll be with
you in four minutes."
He was somewhat better than his word. Dropping into the chair
opposite his friend, he figured swiftly and briefly on the back of
an envelope, which he returned to his pocket.
"I suppose you've done a vast amount of investigating since you left
me," remarked the editor sardonically. "Meanwhile, the plot to
murder the governor goes merrily on."
"I've done a fair amount of pacing over distance," retorted Average
Jones imperturbably. "As for the governor, they can't kill him till
he comes, can they? Besides, there's plenty of time for them to
change their minds. As a result of my little constitutional just
now, and a simple exercise in mathematics, you and I will call at a
house on Spencer Street, the next street north, after luncheon.
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