On May Day, 1893, the spectacle-hungry New York audience receives a tidbit - a man in a newspaper suit, belted with a rope, declares that he is ready to put a bullet in his forehead or go around the ground, having neither a fist nor a soul a penny. Who is this desperate Agasphere? How can you go around the world without a credit card? And most importantly, who and why will want to accept this crazy bet?