"Now, then, here's the young man you all remember, the boy who hit the top money on our little group quiz last week, and earned the right to Win-a-Mint! Here he is, Mr. Don Gerson! Come on out, Don!"
Don Gerson was a tall, thin young man with a serious look. He did not wear glasses, but somehow he looked as if he ought to. He walked onto the stage with a kind of forced confidence and shook hands with Lonigan.
"Now, then, Don, we haven't told you very much about what we're going to do for you, have we?" Lonigan asked.
"No, sir."
"So I think it'll be as big a surprise to you as it will to our audience." Lonigan laughed, and looked archly into the cameras. "But first, we'll have to introduce you all over again, for anybody who didn't see the fine show you put up for us last week. How old are you, Don?"
"Twenty-eight."
"And you're not married, are you? Engaged? Do you trust your girl friend not to go out with other fellows if you aren't handy?"
"Well, I don't know ..." Gerson grinned shyly.
"Did you tell her you'd be going away for a little while?" Lonigan asked, winking at the cameras.
"That's what I've been told," Gerson said.