If you succeed,
well you will know what to do."
"Want me to act as a sort of detective?" grinned Phil.
"Well, you might put it that way, but I don't. You are serving
me if--"
"Yes; I know that. I am glad to serve you in any way I can."
"I don't have to take your word for that," laughed Mr. Sparling.
"I think you have shown me. I have been thinking of
another matter. It has been in my mind for several days."
Phil glanced up inquiringly.
"How would you like to come out front?"
"You mean?"
"To join my staff? I need someone just like you--a young man
with ideas, with the force to put them into execution after he
has developed them. You are the one I want."
"But, Mr. Sparling--"
"Wait till I get through. You can continue with your acts if you
wish, just the same, and give your odd moments to me."
"In what capacity?"
"Well, for the want of a better name we'll call it a sort of
confidential man."
"I appreciate the offer more than I can tell you, Mr. Sparling.
But--but--"
"But what?"
"I want to go through the mill in the ring. I want to learn to
do everything that almost anyone can do there."
The showman laughed.
"Then you would be able to do what few men ever have succeeded
in doing.
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