"Why not give Devereux a chance?"
"Devereux? Why, he's only a youngster."
"Not more than twenty years younger than you are," replied Wilcox, the sub-editor, slily. "He's eighteen, fairly smart at his work——"
"We want men who are more than fairly smart."
"And trustworthy," continued Wilcox, ignoring his chief's interruption. "You remember he's done some very good specials for us on military matters."
"So he did; so he did. H'm, yes; he might do."
"I'll send for him," said the sub., eager to follow up his move, for he took a big and good-natured interest in Jack Devereux.
Wilcox took up the telephone receiver.
"That you, Evans? Good! Tell Devereux to come up here."
A minute later a tall, alert-looking youngster walked briskly into the chief's sanctum.