“I wonder where the country room is,” mused Larry. “I guess I’d feel more at home in a country room than I would in a city one.”
Then the door opened and several young men came out.
“Did you get any good stories to-day?” asked one.
“Pretty fair suicide,” was the answer. “How’d you make out?”
“Pretty decent murder, but they cleared it up too soon. No mystery in it.”
Rightly guessing that they were reporters, Larry approached them and asked for Mr. Newton. He was directed to walk into the city room, and there he saw his friend, with his feet perched upon a desk, smoking a pipe.
“Hello, youngster!” greeted Mr. Newton. “Been to any more fires?”
“No,” said Larry with a smile. “That one was enough.”
“I should say so. Well, you helped me considerable on that. We beat the other papers.”
“Beat them?” asked Larry.