“Oh, yes.”
She said, “I don’t know anyone who fits the description who would care for the job. However, I’ll keep it in mind. How long are you going to be here, Donald?”
“It depends on Charlie,” I said. “How about giving me a job for two hours?”
“Doing what?”
“Representing the Blade.”
She said, “We could use a man around twenty-six or twenty-seven, about five feet five, with nice, wavy, dark hair, dark, sensitive eyes — and a black eye. But he’d have to be working for the paper and not for himself.”
I said, “You’re related to the man who runs the paper, aren’t you?”
“Yes. He’s my uncle.”
“Tell him you’ve hired a reporter,” I said, and started for the door.
“Don’t you get us into any libel suits, Donald.”