“CHARLES BRADLAUGH. 
“ANNIE BESANT.”

We advertised the sale of the pamphlet in the National Reformer of March 25th (published March 22nd) in the following words: 

FRUITS OF PHILOSOPHY.  By CHARLES KNOWLTON, M.D.  PRICE SIXPENCE.

This Pamphlet will be republished on Saturday, March 24th, in extenso, with some additional Medical Notes by a London Doctor of Medicine.  It will be on sale at 28, Stonecutter Street, E.G., after 4 p.m. until close of shop.  No one need apply before this time, as none will be on sale.  Mr. Charles Bradlaugh and Mrs. Annie Besant will be in attendance from that hour, and will sell personally the first hundred copies.

FREETHOUGHT PUBLISHING COMPANY, 28, Stonecutter Street, E.C.

In addition to this we ourselves delivered copies on March 23rd to Mr. Martin, the Chief Clerk of the magistrates at Guildhall, to the officer in charge at the City Police Office in Old Jewry, and to the Solicitor for the City of London.  With each pamphlet we handed in a notice that we should attend personally to sell the book on March 24th, at Stonecutter Street, from 4 to 5 p.m.  These precautions were taken in order to force the authorities to prosecute us, and not any of our subordinates, if they prosecuted at all.  The account of the first sale will interest many: 

“On Saturday we went down to Stonecutter Street, accompanied by the Misses Bradlaugh and Mr. and Mrs. Touzeau Parris; we arrived at No. 28 at three minutes to four, and found a crowd awaiting us.  We promptly filled the window with copies of the pamphlet, as a kind of general notice of the sale within, and then opened the door.  The shop was filled immediately, and in twenty minutes over 500 copies were sold.  No one sold save Mr. Bradlaugh and myself, but Miss Bradlaugh sorted dozens with a skill that seemed to stamp her as intended by nature for the business, while her sister supplied change with a rapidity worthy of a bank clerk.  Several detectives favored us with a visit, and one amused us by coming in and buying two copies from Mr. Bradlaugh, and then retiring gracefully; after an interval of perhaps a quarter of an hour he reappeared, and purchased one from me.  Two policemen outside made themselves useful; one patrolled the street calmly, and the other very kindly aided Norrish, Mr. Eamsey’s co-worker, in his efforts to keep the stream flowing quietly, without too much pressure.  Mr. Bradlaugh’s voice was heard warningly from time to time, bidding customers not to crowd, and everything went well and smoothly, save that I occasionally got into fearful muddles in the intricacies of ‘trade price’; I disgusted one customer, who muttered roughly ‘Ritchie’, and who, when I gave him two copies, and put his shilling in the till, growled:  ‘I shan’t take them’.  I was fairly puzzled, till Mr. Bradlaugh enlightened me as to the difficulty, ‘Ritchie’ to me being unknown; it appeared that ‘Ritchie’,