"I don't know anyone in town, and if I did I shouldn't repeat a word. As I just said, I think I can help you out."
"You! How?"
"You said you'd let that page go at any price?"
"I did."
"Perhaps I will take it. I couldn't afford to do anything like regular rates, but perhaps by helping you out I can get a lot of advertising almost free. I tell you frankly that is my object, and I give you my word that no one shall know anything about the transaction."
Mr. Marcus and his companion stared at Al in amazement.
"Well," said the former, "you are a queer youngster. Who the mischief are you—another practical joker?"
"No. I am Allen Allston, advance agent of Wattles' New York Comedy Company, which plays here to-morrow night."
"A lad like you occupying a position like that?" exclaimed Mr. Marcus.
"Just so, sir. Now, what will you let us have that page for?"