But
what is this advertisement?"
"As yet, it isn't. But it will be, as soon as I can get to the
office of the Bell. You'll meet me on this corner at seven o'clock,
then?"
"Yes. Meantime, to be safe, I'll look after the reviewing stand
tickets myself."
At the hour named, the editor arrived. Average Jones was already
there, accompanied by a messenger boy. The boy wore the cheerful
grin of one who has met with an unexpected favor of fortune.
"They've returned, both of 'em," said Average Jones as Waldemar
approached. "What about the governor?"
"It took a mighty lot of persuasion, but he'll do it," replied the
editor.
"Skip, son," said the Ad-Visor, handing the messenger boy a folded
newspaper. "The two gentlemen on the third floor rear. And be sure
you say that it's a personal, marked copy."
The boy crossed the street and entered the house. In two minutes he
emerged, nodded to Average Jones and walked away. Five minutes
passed. Then the front door opened cautiously and a tall,
evil-looking man slunk into the vestibule.
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