“Oh, sure.”
“What was he like, Horney?”
“Well—” the old man hesitated, at a loss for words. “Judson was queer, sort of cold and unfriendly except to those who knew him best, but he was a square-shooter.”
“The employes liked him?”
“Everyone did except a few chronic sore-heads.”
“Horney, was it true that the Press was making money at the time it closed?”
“That’s what everyone on the paper thought. It was a shock to us all when Judson closed down. I’ll never forget the day he told us he was giving up the plant. The old man looked like death had struck him, and he cried when he said good-bye to the boys.”
“I wonder why he closed the plant?”
“Some say it was because he had lost a pile of money speculating on the stock market. But I never believed that. Judson wasn’t the gambling type.”
“Why do you think he gave up the paper, Horney?”