"Then, for goodness' sake, can you hustle up here?"
"Of course I can."
"Ask your father if you can take up a late night job for me. Then come on the jump. My men are all out, and everything is at odds and ends in the way of news. I can't get a single man, and I wish I had three at this minute."
"Dave Darrin is here. Can I bring him along?"
"Yes; he's not a reporter—-but he may be able to help. Hustle."
"I'll be walking in through the doorway," laughed Dick, "by the time you've hung your transmitter up. Good-bye." Ting-a-ling-ling! "Now, Dave, get your father on the jump, and ask his leave to go out on a late night story with me."
Fortunately there was no delay about this. Dave received the permission from home promptly enough. The two youngsters set out on a run.
What healthy boy of sixteen doesn't love to prowl late a night? It is twenty-fold more fascinating when there's a mystery on tap, and a newspaper behind all the curiosity.
The longing of these sturdy chums for mystery and adventure was swiftly to be gratified—-perhaps more so than they could have wished!
News Editor Bradley was waiting for them in the doorway of "The
Blade" office, a frown on the journalistic face.