Bryan shrugged. "Things like the Holzheimer business."
"It's all part of a system," Sanders said slowly. "You can't change that system any more than you can change human nature, Terry. All you can do is make the best of it. I hope you'll look at it that way. I've seen too many good reporters go sour over what they keep running into."
A telephone jangled on the desk. Sanders spoke into it briefly and returned his attention to Bryan.
"Working on anything now, Terry?"
Bryan explained about the three weirdly afflicted men who had been found in Grant Park. "I'm planning to look into it," he finished.
"Sounds like something big is involved," Sanders approved. "Go ahead with it, Terry.... And take things easy, will you?" he added as Bryan started toward the door.
"Sure," Bryan said.
Back at his desk, Bryan finished typing his copy. He was pencilling corrections when Joyce Mayhew appeared.
"Hi, Terry!" She perched on the edge of a neighboring desk, a slim dark girl with a wide humorous mouth and expressive hazel eyes. She was simply dressed as always, but gave a characteristic impression of fashionable elegance. "What have you got there—a scoop, or a love letter?"
"It could be my last will and testament," Bryan said. He stood up and called to a copyboy. "Have you had lunch?" he asked Joyce, then.