“What I want to know now,” put in Ralph, “is about the story.”
Tim glanced toward Ford. He felt it was up to the other to say the first word on that subject.
“I think we’d better go uptown and talk with your managing editor,” said Ford. “He’ll have to decide just what is to be printed now. Is that agreeable to everyone?”
There were no objections and they left the Jupiter for a ground crew to roll into the hangar. Signalling a taxi, they were soon speeding into the heart of the city.
It was ten-thirty. The first mail edition would be on the press then. Another hour and the deadline for the noon mail, which also had a big street sale. They’d have to work fast if they got the story of Grenville Ford’s plans for the treasure hunt into the noon edition. It would depend on how long they talked with the managing editor. Tim had the facts on his finger tips. Once at a typewriter he knew he could spin the story in rapid-fire order.
George Carson was in the editorial office when they entered.
“Did you get the story?” he asked Tim anxiously.
“I’ve got the man,” replied Tim, introducing Ford. “It’s going to be up to you on how much of a story develops out of our trip to Cedar valley.”
“Come into my office. We’ll discuss it at once.”
In the managing editor’s office Ford sat down in a chair across the desk from Carson. Tim and Ralph, more restless and anxious to get at the actual writing of the story, stood up.