"Now," he said, "try him again."
§4. The editor was one of those men whom newspaper-work so affects that they look any age between thirty and fifty. His nervous face was full of tense lines, and every few minutes his mouth twitched.
Luke told his story and showed the letters. The editor read them.
"Why do you want to do this?" he asked.
"Why?" Luke was amazed. "Because I want to protect the public."
"Then you'd better go to the M. & N. railroad."
"But you know they wouldn't do anything. They've promised before."
"I can't believe that," said the editor.
"I know it," said Luke.
"I can't believe it. You have always been too sudden, Mr. Huber—if you'll pardon my saying so. At any rate, we can't print these things." He returned the letters. "After all, the man's dead, you know."