Duke Barrows, a veteran newspaperman but young in years, greeted them cordially. "Hello, Rick, Scotty. Here are those cards you asked for." He swiveled his chair around and regarded them with interested eyes. "Getting anywhere on that Seaford yarn?"
"We're still feeling around," Rick replied. "But there's a good story in it if we can find the lead."
"Keep working then," Duke said. "I'll pay you space rates if it hits page one."
"How much is that?" Scotty wanted to know.
"Twenty-five cents a column inch on this sheet. You didn't expect to get rich, did you?"
Rick returned Duke's grin. "If this story is as good as I think it is, we'll just about get rich. You'll want to cover the whole front page with it."
"Can't be that good," Duke returned.
Rick looked around the office. "Where's Jerry?"
"In the composing room. He'll be back in a minute. Got anything on your mind?"
"Just an idea. Do you keep a file of New York papers?"