"It's a waste of paper," declared the stage manager. "Half as much would have done as well."
"Don't think it," said Frank. "Not many shows come here, and it's doubtful if the people ever saw any of this paper before, even though it is stock stuff. If I am not much mistaken they were astonished by the display, and they will be inclined to judge the merit of the show by the amount of advertising done. If there is any money afloat, we ought to pull a house here."
"Well, you are paying, so I'm not going to kick," said Havener.
Frank had not been at the hotel thirty minutes before a small, ragged boy brought him a note. The boy started to hurry away, but Frank caught him by the collar, saying:
"Hold on. I may want to answer it."
"Feller that sent it said there warn't goin' to be an answer," explained the boy, seeming anxious to get away.
"That's odd. Wait till I read it."
"I'm in a big hurry, boss."
"You can wait a minute."
"No, can't."