“I am afraid so.”
“Haven’t you looked to see?”
“It isn’t time yet. The papers haven’t been delivered yet.”
Arthur pulled out his watch.
“Not going—run down,” he said; “but of course it’s time. It must be seven o’clock.”
“Oh, I didn’t know it was so late. I’ll go see.” Hetzel went away. Presently he returned, saying, “Surely enough, here they are.”
“Well?” queried Arthur.
Hetzel undid the newspapers, and commenced to look them over.
“Yes, it’s all here—a column of it—on the front page,” he groaned.
“Let me see,” said Arthur, extending his hand.