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“Two hundred dollars in bribes,” said Stetson briskly, “and two months of diplomacy.”

“I haven’t got two months for diplomacy,” said Peter, “so I’ll have to increase the bribes. I’ll stay here and get the decoration for Gilman, and you work the papers at home. No one ever heard of the Order of the Crescent, but that only makes it the easier for us. They’ll only know what we tell them, and we’ll tell them it’s the highest honor ever bestowed by a reigning sovereign upon an American scholar. If you tell the people often enough that anything is the best they believe you. That’s the way father sells his hams. You’ve been a press-agent. From now on you’re going to be my press-agent–I mean Doctor Gilman’s press-agent. I pay your salary, but your work is to advertise him and the Order of the Crescent. I’ll give you a letter to Charley Hines at Stillwater. He sends out college news to a syndicate and he’s the local Associated Press man. He’s sore at their discharging Gilman and he’s my best friend, and he’ll work the papers as far as you like. Your job is to make Stillwater College and Doctor Black and my father believe that when they lost Gilman they lost the man who made Stillwater famous. And before we get through boosting Gilman, we’ll make my father’s million-dollar gift laboratory look like an insult.”

In the eyes of the former press-agent the light of battle burned fiercely, memories of his triumphs in exploitation, of his strategies and tactics in advertising soared before him.

“It’s great!” he exclaimed. “I’ve got your idea and you’ve got me. And you’re darned lucky to get me. I’ve been press-agent for politicians, actors, society leaders, breakfast foods, and horse-shows–and I’m the best! I was in charge of the publicity bureau for Galloway when he ran for governor. He thinks the people elected him. I know I did. Nora Nashville was getting fifty dollars a week in vaudeville when I took hold of her; now she gets a thousand. I even made people believe Mrs. Hampton-Rhodes was a society leader at Newport, when all she ever saw of Newport was Bergers and the Muschenheim-Kings. Why, I am the man that made the American People believe Russian dancers can dance!”

“It’s plain to see you hate yourself,” said ‘Peter. “You must not get so despondent or you might commit suicide. How much money will you want?”

“How much have you got?”

“All kinds,” said Peter. “Some in a letter-of-credit that my father earned from the fretful pig, and much more in cash that I won at poker from the pashas. When that’s gone I’ve got to go to work and earn my living. Meanwhile your salary is a hundred a week and all you need to boost Gilman and the Order of the Crescent. We are now the Gilman Defense, Publicity, and Development Committee, and you will begin by introducing me to the man I am to bribe.”

“In this country you don’t need any introduction to the man you want to bribe,” exclaimed Stetson; “you just bribe him!”

That same night in the smoking-room of the hotel, Peter and Stetson made their first move in the game of winning for Professor Gilman the Order of the Crescent. Stetson presented Peter to a young effendi in a frock coat and fez. Stetson called him Osman. He was a clerk in the foreign office and appeared to be “a friend of a friend of a friend” of the assistant third secretary.

The five volumes of the “Rise and Fall” were spread before him, and Peter demanded to know why so distinguished a scholar as Doctor Gilman had not received some recognition from the country he had so sympathetically described. Osman fingered the volumes doubtfully, and promised the matter should be brought at once to the attention of the grand vizier.

After he had departed Stetson explained that Osman had just as little chance of getting within speaking distance of the grand vizier as of the ladies of his harem.