“I think so,” he said humbly, albeit somewhat thickly.
“Listen then! And listen hard!”
Briefly and clearly she outlined to him her discoveries and told him of the documents she had just secured. She did not realize it, but this recital of hers was, for the purpose of sobering him, better far than a douche of ice-water, better far than walking in the tingling air. She was appealing to, stimulating, the most sensitive organ of the born newspaper man, his sense of news. Before she was through he had come to a pause beneath a sputtering arc light, and was interrupting her with short questions, his eyes ablaze with excitement.
“God!” he ejaculated when she had finished, “that would make the greatest newspaper story that ever broke loose in this town!”
She trembled with an excitement equal to his own.
“And I want you to make it into the greatest newspaper story that ever broke loose in this town!”
“But to-morrow the voting——”
“There’s no to-morrow about it! We’ve got to act to-night. You must get out an extra of the Express.”
“An extra of the Express!”
“Yes. And it must be on the streets before that mass-meeting breaks up.”