By their light the reporters were able to see the faces of the crowd plainly.
"My God!" said the young man from the Times.
The dazzling invitation was so worded as to prevent unseemly haste and unnecessary crowding. It said, "Walk in."
"It is easy to assume, gentlemen," said H. R., calmly, to the reporters, "that all these people are hungry."
"Yes, let 'em all in!" entreated those reporters who were not jotting down impressions.
H. R. shook his head sternly.
"We have our duty to the public to perform. We must determine whether they have no money."
"Your duty is to feed them all," said the Sun man.
"You can't afford to make a single mistake. Did you see that white-haired woman—"
"Come with me, gentlemen," cut in H. R., leading the way within.