CHAPTER II
ONE HOUR TO LIVE
THE young reporter glanced nervously at his wrist watch as he sat by the window in the waiting room. Nearly four o’clock. He had been waiting half an hour.
He looked out the window and studied the myriad buildings that lay below. Manhattan was an amazing spectacle when viewed from the thirty-eighth floor of the Farworth Building; but his eyes scarcely saw the scene.
He was anxiously waiting his interview with Jonathan Graham, the millionaire importer.
The reporter started suddenly as a quiet, somber man approached and spoke to him.
“I am Mr. Berger,” explained the man. “I am Mr. Graham’s secretary. What can I do for you?”
The reporter arose and fumbled nervously with his hat.
“Stevens is my name,” he said. “Reporter on the Morning Sphere. I’d like a private interview with Mr. Graham.”
“He is very busy,” replied the secretary smoothly. “I usually take care of these matters for him.”