“Just my luck,” muttered Tim.
“What are you going to do next?” asked Dan.
“Keep a close check at the hotel and also find out where ‘Mr. Seven’ rented a car. It’s from one of two places and I may be able to learn where he has gone.”
CHAPTER SIX
Another Visitor
The battery of presses in the basement awoke with a roar and newsboys scurried on to the street, their shrill cries of “Extra! Extra!” echoing between the lanes of buildings.
A copy boy came up from the press room with an armful of papers so fresh the ink was soft and smeary on the page. He handed one to the chief copyreader and another to Tim, then proceeded down the room leaving them at the various desks where they were eagerly scanned by reporters and copyreaders.
“You turned in a great story on the pursuit and death of McDowell,” said the copyreader.
“Thanks, Dan,” smiled Tim. “Coming from you, those words mean something.”
The managing editor stuck his head out of his office and, seeing Tim, beckoned to him. In one hand he held a copy of the extra.
“Fine work,” Carson told the flying reporter, “but I guess we have gotten in the habit of expecting good stories from you.”