Now, what I want: the governor to do is this: get a copy of the Harrisonia Evening Bell, fold it to an advertisement headed 'Offer to Photographers, and as he passes Carroll Morrison on the stand, hold it up and say to him just this: 'Better luck next time. For anything further, I'll see you in the reviewing stand. Do you think he'll do it?" "It sounds as foolish as a college initiation stunt.
He's to review the parade at the Harrisonia Centennial, and unveil the statute to-morrow night; that is, to-night, to be accurate." "A good opportunity," murmured Average Jones. "What! In the sight of a hundred thousand people?" "That might be the very core of the opportunity. And at night." "If you feel certain, it's a case for the police, isn't it?" "Hardly!
"Then," said Waldemar, "any attempt to persuade you against appearing at Harrisonia to-night would be time wasted." "Absolutely, my dear Waldemar. But don't think that I'm not appreciative of your thoughtfulness and that of Mr. Jones." "What is the program of the day, Governor?" asked Average Jones. "Rather a theatrical one.
Call my secretary at any time, if you want me." "Now to look over the line of parade," said Average Jones as he and Waldemar emerged from the hotel. Half an hour's ride brought them to the lively suburban city of Harrisonia, gay with flags and bunting.