“I knew you would,” said Mr. Emberg. “It’s almost time for you and Mr. Newton to start.”
The reporter came up a few minutes later, nodded to the city editor, and said:
“Well, are we going to try it?”
“With Larry’s help we are,” was the answer.
“Come along then,” said Mr. Newton, as though taking a trip under the Hudson River was one of the most ordinary things in this busy world.
Larry put on his hat and, after a friendly nod from Mr. Emberg, left the office. The reporter and copy boy went down Broadway to the big Trinity building, adjoining the church of that name, and went to the office of the company that was building the tunnel. There they found a crowd of reporters; one from almost every newspaper in New York. The men were ushered into a finely fitted up room, and told to make themselves comfortable until the president of the company, Mr. Lackadon, was ready to escort them.
“Keep a quiet tongue,” advised Mr. Newton to Larry. “None of the others know what is up.”
Larry nodded. Then he listened to what the other newspaper men had to say. Few of them knew what their assignment was, except that they were to come and report something about the tunnel that had been in construction for some time.
“All ready, gentlemen!” announced a voice, and the president of the concern appeared in the room.
“Where are we going?” asked several reporters of evening papers. “We’d like to send up a few lines about the story.”