“Good morning,” he said, briskly, and the cook would never have suspected from his bright, cheery tone that he had been driving all night. “I’m a reporter from the Grand Rapids Star, and I want to see Miss Linda Carlton just as soon as possible.”
“Miss Linda ain’t seein’ no more reporters,” replied the woman, flatly. “She seen enough a couple of weeks ago to last her the rest of her life.”
“But I want to help her,” insisted the young man. “Help her find the lost child’s parents.”
“Oh! That’s different. Come along in, and give me your card.”
Smiling happily at his success, the young man entered the living room.
“Had your breakfast?”
“Why—er—I had some coffee in a thermos bottle.”
“You could eat some?”
“I’ll say I could!”
“All right. Set down there and read the paper while I fix some. I don’t want to wake Miss Linda jest yet.”