"Yes exactly," agreed Mickey dryly, "but who do you figure it is? We got some good friends in the City Hall."
"Always is somebody you don't expect," said Mr. Minturn. "Don't waste any sympathy on them, Mickey."
"Not unless in some way my boss got himself into trouble," said Mickey.
"There's no possible way he could."
"About the smartest man in Multiopolis thinks yes," said Mickey. "I just been talking with him."
"Who, Mickey?" asked Mr. Minturn, instantly.
"Chaffner of the Herald," said Mickey.
"What!"
Mr. Minturn seized the boy's arm, shoved him inside his door and closed it. Mickey pulled away and turned a belligerent face upward.
"Now nix on knocking me down with your 'whats!'" he cried. "I just been hammered meller with his, and dragged into his room, and shut up, and scared stiff, about twenty minutes ago."