“An extra?” he exclaimed blankly.
“Yes. Of the Express!”
“An extra of the Express?”
“Yes. Get it out before this crowd scatters, and in it reproductions of these documents!”
He stared at her. “Son of Methuselah!” Then he whistled. Then his look became a bit strange, and there was a strange quality to his voice when he said:
“So you are going to give Arnold Bruce’s paper the credit of the exposure?”
His tone told her the meaning that lay behind his words. He had known of the engagement, and he knew that it was now broken. She flushed.
“It’s the best way,” she said shortly.
“But you can’t do it alone!”
“Of course not.” Her voice began to gather energy. “We’ve got to get the Express people here at once—and especially Mr. Harper. Everything depends on Mr. Harper. He’ll have to get the paper out.”