“Not that I know of. I’m just holding down the job until Mr. Newton gets back. He went out to get a bite to eat, and they didn’t like to leave the Hall uncovered.”
“Well, I guess you can hold it down all right,” replied the other. “That was a good story of the fire that you wrote.”
“Thanks,” answered Larry, as his friend went away.
All this time the dark-complexioned stranger was walking up and down the corridor. Finally he came up to Larry, and asked:
“Is your name Larry Dexter?”
“Yes, sir,” replied the reporter.
“You’re on the Leader, aren’t you?”
“That’s the paper. Why, have you got a story?”
“No,” answered the man, with a short laugh. “I don’t deal in stories, but I see you’re wide awake, always on the lookout for ’em, eh?”
“Have to be.”