Andrew Barrett did so and looked alarmed—alarmed rather than guilty.
"To-morrow, and until further notice," said H. R., sternly, "you will tell the department-store sandwiches to parade in front of the various newspaper offices from morning until night."
"But not in Park Row, surely?"
"Exactly! And find out whether the business managers of the various newspapers have been holding conferences with the managing editors. They probably will—this afternoon or to-morrow."
"How can I—"
"By paid spies—office-boy scouts. Of course, lady stenographers being more in your line— No! Look me in the eye!"
Andrew Barrett blushed and said, feebly:
"I am taking the count, Chief."
"Very well. I shall now go out and do your work. See that you do mine!" And H. R. went out, leaving Andrew Barrett full of devastating curiosity.
"I wonder what he has up his sleeve now?" mused young Mr. Barrett. "I'll bet it's a corker!"