“Caulkins on the phone, Mr. Ward.”
“Just a minute, Gaynor.”
The reporter spoke into the telephone. Again he called to the city editor.
“Says it’s urgent, Mr. Ward.”
The city editor came grumbling to the desk.
“Time he called up,” he said. “Expected him in an hour ago. We want that Wise Owl copy in a hurry.”
He took the swivel chair as Gaynor slipped out of the way, and picked up the telephone.
“Yeah?” he growled.
Words came breathlessly from Caulkins.
“Biggest scoop ever, boss,” was what Ward heard. “I’ve located Judge Tolland—”