"One moment, madam," Angell Herald continued. "In your own case, now, in order to obtain the publicity you desire, you must endeavour to give the Press something that it will regard as 'news' in distinction from 'copy.' Now, as far as I can see, there are two ways in which you can achieve your object."
Mrs. Biltox-Jones began to look interested once more.
"First you might arrange to be seriously assaulted."
"Me?" she gasped. "Me, assaulted? What on earth do you mean, Mr. Herald?"
"Well," he continued, "You might arrange for somebody to meet you in a lonely place, and knock you down."
"Knock me down?" The italics fail to do justice to Mrs. Biltox-Jones's look and tone. "Are you mad?" she demanded.
"No," was the response. "I am endeavouring to help you. If you will listen calmly, you will see what I'm driving at. The fact of a lady of your position and wealth being publicly assaulted would appeal to the journalistic mind, and would undoubtedly result in a great deal of Press notice."
"But it would be so painful," she replied.
"Of course, there is always that. It might even be fatal. There is, of course, an alternative measure, which I think, in your case, might be even better: that is, the abduction of your daughter."
"The what?" she shrieked.