dy. Probably a fixed gun. As
for the wide shot, we'll see."

As he spoke, the Ad-Visor was leading the way across the street. With
upturned face he carefully studied the steel joists from end to end.
Presently he pointed. Following the line of his finger, Waldemar saw a
raw scar on the under side of one of the joists.

"There it is," said Average Jones. "The sights were a trifle off at the
first shot, and the bullet ticked the steel and deflected."

"So far, so good," approved Waldemar.

"I can approximate the height of the steel beam from the ground, close
enough for a trial formula," continued Average Jones. "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."

"What house?"

"Ah! that I don't know, as yet. We'll see when we get there."

Comfortably fed, the two strolled up to Spencer Street and turned into
it, Average Jones eying the upper windows of the houses. He stopped
in front of an old-fashioned frame structure, which was built on a
different plan of floor level from its smaller neighbors of brick. Up
the low steps went Jones, followed by the editor. An aged lady, of the
species commonly, conjectured as "maiden," opened the door.

"Madam," said Average Jones, "could we rent your third floor rear for
this evening?"

"No, sir," said she. "It's rented."

"Perhaps I could buy the renters off