"That is different. If I were interested in newspaper work I shouldn't care, either. I must ask you on your honor not to use my name."
"Very well," answered Kathleen slowly, a curious light leaping into her eyes.
"Thank you," replied Grace, with a friendly smile. "Remember, you are to be the first to tell the news."
CHAPTER XI
KATHLEEN'S GREAT STORY
The inside of the Overton police station closely resembled that of Oakdale. There was the same style of high desk, the same row of chairs against the wall. Grace hoped the chief would be as easy to approach as was her old friend, Chief Burroughs, at home. There was but one man to be seen, an officer, who sat writing at a small table in one corner of the room.
Kathleen pointed to a half-open door leading into an inner room on which appeared the word "Private."
Grace nodded: then, confidently approaching the officer, asked if the Chief of Police were in. For answer the officer simply motioned with one hand toward the half-open door and went on with his writing.
Chief of Police Ellis glanced up in surprise to see two strange young women standing in the door of his private office.