IT was a big hand, ornamented with rings, and it belonged to a plump, smiling man dressed in flaming reds and yellows so that he resembled an old-time clown. He chuckled at Joe’s expression.
“Now, now, my friend,” he said. “No need to be alarmed. Not when the Spot Quiz is offering you the opportunity to win the magnificent prize of one million dollars.” He rolled the words as if he liked the taste. “One million dollars, friend, and all yours if you can answer five simple questions. Now, just step this way and try for a fortune.”
Joe relaxed. The Spot Quiz procedure was simple and well-known; a recording van selected a site, a passer-by was approached, and the fun began.
“Hurry, friend.” The Quiz Master was impatient. “Let’s not waste time. Just step before the cameras and let’s see if y
