"Get in," he told Artie.
"Room for my assistant, Miss Froman?" Artie asked.
"Of course, Chesbro. I need facts and I need them fast."
Artie waved the come-on to Sharon in the car on the shoulder.
She reached into the back of the car for her manuscript briefcase and gaily ran for the limousine. She didn't even bother to lock up the car, which Artie had rented with a solemn promise that he'd return it to the garage in exactly two hours. It would get back to the man somehow, she thought contentedly. Big things were happening now; no time for trivia.
The AP man leaned forward and asked: "C-H-E-S-B-R-O?"
"Right. Arthur Chesbro, of Summit. I own a piece of the Hebertown newspaper, I have some real estate, I'm interested in broadcasting. Thirty-nine years old."
"Veteran?"
"Ah, I was a consultant to the War Manpower Commission; I wasn't actually in the service."