It came soon enough.
Norton was idling at his desk when the city editor called him up to the wicket.
NORTON WAS IDLING AT HIS DESK WHEN THE CITY EDITOR CALLED HIM UP TO THE WICKET
"General Henderson has just returned to America. Get his opinion on the latest Balkan rumpus. He's out at his suburban home. Here's the address."
"How long will you hold open for me?" asked Norton, meaning how long would the city editor wait for the story.
"Till one-thirty. You ought to be back by midnight. It's only eight now."
"All right; Henderson's approachable. I may get a good story out of him."
"Maybe," thought Gregg, who had lost nothing of this conversation.