“Good story?” he asked.
“One of the best you’ll ever read when it comes to writing a lot from a little,” grinned Tim. “As a matter of fact, Dan, we’re promoting an air circus next Sunday and I have a hunch that Mr. Carson will want a full page headline on one of the inside pages tomorrow.”
The chief copyreader scanned the story with practiced eye.
“I should say your hunch is correct. I’ll mark it for an inside banner right now.”
The chief copyreader was the only one at the large desk and Tim sat down on the edge of the horseshoe-shaped work table.
“I wish you had been at the airport this afternoon,” he said. “You’ve an uncanny memory for faces and names and it would have come in handy.”
“See someone you couldn’t place?”
“There’s something vaguely familiar about him. I’ve seen his picture some place and I’ve a hunch there’s a mighty good story connected with his coming to Atkinson.”
“You can always ask them questions,” grinned Dan.
“I asked plenty of questions and didn’t get a thing.”