The manager was not at home, but his assistant, the janitor of the building, was easily found, and he acknowledged that he had charge of everything during Manager Fuller’s absence.
“Then,” said Merriwell, “you may be able to explain to me why Julian King’s paper is on your billboards.”
“Eh? Who are you?”
“My name is Frank Merriwell.”
“Well, what in——”
“I am in advance of the ‘Empire Theater Comedy Company.’”
“The deuce you are!”
“Here’s a letter from Mr. Barnaby Haley that may convince you.”
The janitor glanced over the sheet Frank spread before him.
“But—but a man by the name of Collins is their advance agent.”