“I like that,” Davis snorted. “I’ve been slaving all through the night and come over here to show you how bright I am, and you talk of accidents.”
I yawned, lit a cigarette, sat up in bed.
“All right,” I said. “Shoot.”
He handed me a copy of the Morni ng Star.
“It’s all there,” he said proudly. “Careful how you handle it, the print ain’t dry yet. Howja like it ?” He sat on the foot of the bed, breathing heavily, his eyes alight with excitement. “Gawd knows what Killeano will do to the editor when he sees it. Gawd knows what the editor will do to me if he ever finds out Killeano never said a word of what I’ve said he said. But this is the way you wanted it, and you’ve got it that way.”
“My pal,” I said, and read the banner headlines:
CITY ADMINISTRATOR SWOOPS
NEW POLICE CHIEF’S LIGHTNING ATTACK ON ALIEN SMUGGLERS
Mysterious Motor-Launch Sunk by Gunfire