"We do. Space in the morning edition will be limited, but by evening, and the next morning—oh, baby!"
They took voluminous notes and telephoned in enough additional information to keep the city rooms busy. When they would have gone, Carroll stopped them.
"Either of you chaps know anything of Warren's personal history?"
The elder of the two nodded.
"I do. Know him personally, in fact. I've played golf with him. Pretty nice sort."
"Rich, isn't he?"
"Reputed to be. Never works; spends freely—not ostentatiously, but liberally. Pretty fine sort of a chap. It's a damned shame!"
"How about his relations with women?"
The reporter hesitated and glanced guiltily at the dead body.
"That's rather strong—"