“I suppose we ought to consult Mr. Blake,” said Kennedy.
“He’s not in town,” returned Bruce. “And we don’t need to consult him. We three are a majority of the committee. The matter has to be settled at once. And it’s settled all right!”
The editor jerked out his watch, glanced at it, then reached for his hat.
“I’ll have this on the street in an hour—and if this town doesn’t go wild, then I don’t know Westville!”
He was making for the door, when the newspaper man in him recalled a new detail of his story. He turned back.
“How about this daughter of Doctor West?” he asked.
The prosecutor looked at the minister.
“Was she coming home for the celebration, do you know?”
“Yes. She wrote Mrs. Sherman she was leaving New York this morning and would get in here to-morrow on the Limited.”
“What’s she like?” asked Bruce.