"I haven't got time to tell you now, Joan, but believe me, I've got the break of the year. A story that will rock the front pages across the country. I'll tell you all about it later. You can wait at Fenwick's place. He won't mind, will he?"
He could hear the girl sniff on the other end of the wire.
"I don't suppose he will, but I don't think I can say the same for myself."
"That's a good girl," Trent laughed. "Just wait for me. It may be an hour or so—"
"An hour or so! What are you writing, the great American novel?"
He looked up and saw the frowning face of the City Editor approaching his desk. He spoke hurriedly.
"I've got to sign off now. The boss is coming up. I'll see you later. Give my regards to Brutus."
He replaced the phone as the editor reached his desk.
"What's all this about a remake on the front page, Trent?"
Fred nodded. "That's right, chief. The biggest story since the atom bomb. Listen!"