"How did you do it?"
Al explained.
"Well, that was a mighty good transaction, and you deserve credit for it, as well as for writing the ad. The new paper was selling like hot cakes on the train this morning, and everyone was reading that ad. Al, my boy, you're a genius!"
"Not quite that, I guess," laughed the boy.
"You are, I tell you. But who is the queer old man in the third row of the orchestra?"
"A myth, a creation of my imagination."
"I supposed so, though I did not know but you had hired some one to play the part."
"No."
"Well, there'll be lots of people out to see the old man. How did you happen to strike the idea?"
"I don't know. I had to get the copy ready in a hurry, and I wanted something new and taking."