aid about his confidence in you. 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. A second man followed him. They glanced eagerly from
left to right. Average Jones stepped out to the curb-stone.

"Here's the message from Karboe," he called.

"My God!" gasped the tall man.

For an instant he made as if to turn back. Then, clearing the steps at
one jump, he stumbled, sprawled, was up again instantly and speeding
up the street, away from Average Jones, turned the corner neck and neck
with his companion who, running powerfully, had overtaken him.

The door of the house stood ajar. Before Waldemar had recovered from
his surprise, Average Jones was inside the house. Hesitation beset the
editor. Should he follow or wait? He paused, one foot on the step. A
loud crash within resolved his doubts. Up he started, when the voice of
Average Jones in colloquy with the woman who had received them before,
checked him. The colloquy seemed excited but peaceful. Presently Average
Jones came down the steps.

"They left the ad," said he. "Have you seen it?"

"No; I hadn't time to get a paper," replied Waldemar, taking the copy
extended to him and reading in large display:

OFFER TO PHOTOGRAPHERS

$1,000 Reward for Special, Flash-light Photo
of Governor Arthur in To-night's Pageant.
Must be Taken According to Plans and Specifications
Designated by the Late Nick Karboe.
Apply to A. JONES, Ad-Visor.
Astor Court Temple,