The reporter looked at the Mayor. His Honor's lips were moving inaudibly. He was going over all the words of five letters that began with an "A."
Among them was Agony.
Lubin again looked at the ten-thousand-dollar yellow-back and at H. R. and suddenly rushed out. On the way he collected nine erudite friends. They went to the nearest branch of the public library. Each got a dictionary and divided all the definitions under "A" into nine parts.
Nothing doing!
"I knew it was a fraud!" yelled the Onward man. "It isn't in the dictionary."
He fairly flew back to the Garden.
H. R. was just about to go into the arena. Lubin yelled:
"There is no such word in the dictionary. I protest against this—"
"You talk like an old-school Republican," said H. R., coldly, to Lubin.
It killed speech in the young man.