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Updated: May 22, 2025
"All he'd have to do would be to quit the boy while he was asleep. A tenderfoot would die of thirst over there in a short time." "Is there no water?" "There's a tenaja they're depending on. But I doubt if they find any water there now. It's been an extra dry season." "A tenaja?" queried the Ad-Visor. "Rock-basin holding rainwater," explained the hunter. "There's been no rainfall since August.
"There's been enough of that without your gratuitously adding to the sum of human bewilderment.", Average Jones scribbled a few words on a pad, considered, amended, and handed the result over to Bertram, who read: WANTED Professional envelope eraser to remove marks from used envelopes. Experience essential. Apply at once A. Jones, Ad-Visor, Astor Court Temple."
People came and went; people of all degrees and descriptions, none of whom suggested in any particular the first century, B. C. One individual only maintained any permanency of situation. He was a gaunt, powerful, freckled man of thirty who sprawled on a settee and regarded Average Jones with obvious and amused interest. In time this annoyed the Ad-Visor, who stopped short, facing the settee.
At that, maybe her hunch was right. It's brought me up against you. Perhaps you can help me. What are you? A sort of detective?" "Only on the side." Average Jones drew a card from his pocket, and tendered it: A. JONES, AD-VISOR Advice upon all matters connected with Advertising Astor Court Temple 2 to 5 P.M. "Ad-Visor, eh?" repeated the other.
Suppose, now, a man riding in a high coach passes along this avenue between the pole and the gun operator, over yonder to the northward. Every one of the bullets which hit the pole would have gone right through his body. 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.
He cast an eye around the uniquely decorated walls, upon which hung, here, the shrieking prospectus of a mythical gold-mine; there a small but venomous political placard, and on all sides examples of the uncouth or unusual in paid print; exploitations of grotesque quackeries; appeals, business-like, absurd, or even passionate, in the form of "Wants;" threats thinly disguised as "Personals;" dim suggestions of crime, of fraud, of hope, of tragedy, of mania, all decorated with the stars of "paid matter" or designated by the Adv. sign, and each representing some case brought to A. Jones, Ad-Visor to quote his hybrid and expressive doorplate by some one of his numerous and incongruous clients.
"What's this you're givin' me? Can't you read? Look at that note there, an' the blood on the shirt." "Would you mind moderating your voice? My outside office is full of more or less excitable clients," said the Ad-Visor mildly. "Moreover, it's not blood anyway." "What is it, then?" "That's beside the question. Dried blood rubs off a faint buff color." He picked up the sheet of paper from his desk.
"I er ra ra-aather hoped er when do you expect them back?" "About four o'clock." "Thank you. Please tell them that er Mr. Nick Karboe called." "For heaven's sake, Average," rumbled Waldemar, as they regained the pavement, "why did you use the dead man's name? It gave me a shiver." "It'll give them a worse one," replied the Ad-Visor grimly. "I want to prepare their nerves for a subsequent shock.
The newspaper owner drew a rough diagram on a sheet of paper and filled it in with writing, crossing out and revising liberally. Divided, upon his pattern, into lines, the final draft read: HAVE YOU BEEN STUNG? Thousands have. Thousands will be. They're Laying for You. WHO? The Advertising Crooks. A. JONES Ad-Visor Can Protect You Against Them. Before Spending Your Money Call on Him.
The only relief was a call from the Spanish instructor who answered Jones' advertisement. He was the same who had served young Hoff. As the Ad-Visor surmised, his former employment had been merely the translation of a letter. The letter was in base Spanish, he said. He didn't remember much of it, but there was something about a lost gold mine. Yes; there was reference to a map.
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