Must be Taken According to Plans and Specifications
Designated by the Late Nick Karboe.
Apply to A. JONES, Ad-Visor.
Astor Court Temple, New York City.
"No wonder they ran," said Waldemar with a grin, as he digested this
document.
"And so must we if we're to get through the crowd and reach the
reviewing stand," warned Average Jones, glancing at his watch.
Their seats, which they attained with some difficulty, were within a
few feet of the governor's box. Within reach of them sat Carroll
Morrison, his long, pale, black-bearded face set in that immobility
to which he had schooled it. But the cold eyes roved restlessly and
the little muscles at the corners of the lips twitched.
"Tell me that he isn't in on the game!" whispered Average Jones, and
Waldemar nodded.
The sound of music from down the street turned all faces in that
direction. A roar of cheering swept toward them and was taken up
in the stands. The governor, in his high coach, came in sight.
And, at that moment, terror struck into the soul of Waldemar.
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