"Did he say anything else to you?"
"Yes, he asked me if I'd ever seen a Liberty Motor assembled and I said, 'No,' and he told me about it. Oh yes, and he said, 'When a reporter goes out on a story there are four things he ought to remember—When! Where! What! and Why!'"
"What's the matter with that?" Peter felt that Pat ought to show a little more delight and gratitude at being fairly launched on his career as a sporting writer.
"Well, I tried it out on that assignment I had to cover—the directors of the Museum of Natural History. It worked out like this—When—last night. Where—the palatial apartment of Mr. Harold Denny at 605 Park avenue. What—the annual report of the directors of the Museum of Natural History. Why—God knows."
Pat was busily engaged with three other men in a game called horse racing. Each contestant had two pool balls and all were lined up at one end of the table with a piece of board behind them. The starter's job rotated among the players. He sent the balls spinning up the table and the one which landed nearest to the rail on the rebound won the purse. Peter wanted to talk to Pat, but he seemed anxious to get away.
"There's a newspaper man over in the corner that I'd like to have you meet," said Peter.
"Who is it?"
"His name's Heywood Broun. He's on the World."
"Which one do you mean? The one with the shave?"
"No, the other one."