Allan flung open the door, and paused, amazed, on the threshold. For a dozen men rushed at him with a violence which almost carried him off his feet.
“Here; hold on!” he shouted. “What’s the matter with you fellows, anyway?”
“We want to know—”
“Everybody says see you—”
“We must have the story—”
“Oh, reporters!” cried Allan, suddenly understanding. “I can’t give you anything now, boys; I’ve got to catch a train. I’ll give you the whole story as soon as I get back.”
“When will that be?”
“Sometime this afternoon.”
“But, look here,” began one of the men desperately; but Allan tore his way through and sprang down the steps two at a time.
At the foot, another man was waiting for him, and Allan recognized the special delegate.