“Great, Jack, great,” said Sampson with as much enthusiasm as his thin blood could support. “Gad! What a whaling we gave them! What a whaling!”
The Enquirer had smeared the story over three pages, breaking all make-up rules on type display. It was a clean exclusive in every detail.
“Well, Sampson,” replied Lanagan, “it isn’t much to be proud of at that. Only it’s all in our game. But I’ve given my promise and we’ve got to get that girl acquitted.”
“That’s up to you,” said Sampson. “The paper’s yours.”
VII
THE PENDELTON LEGACY