“See it yourself?”
“Been workin’ in the factory three days; American Aeroplane Works; got story cinched. Machine flew to-night first time. It’s a beat.”
“Got talks?”
“Not straight, but I’ve heard ’em talkin’.”
“What’s the idea? Is it a war ship?”
“Got everything but that. Will some one take it by phone? I can get to the office quarter after twelve; got some stuff ready.”
“Who’s back of it? Whose machine is it?”
“Aerial Utilities Company; those Chicago boys, Napier and Hope and their friends.”
The editor thought a moment, glanced at the clock on the wall where the hands pointed to eleven and then said:
“If you can be here by a quarter after twelve, hurry in. If you can’t make it, phone. Get up all the stuff you can. Are Napier and Hope at the factory?”