“More than I’ll ever see, though.”
“If the right man came to light and proved himself, he might find backing. That’s why I take an interest in the local newspaper situation. It’s only a question of the right man. We’re looking for him.”
“I’d like to be that man,” blurted the caller.
“But are you? That’s the question.” The Senator’s fine eyes twinkled. But his tone was serious enough.
“How should I know, myself? I’ve only had a few months’ experience. Unless you count college journalism.”
“I do,” answered the other unexpectedly. “A client of mine is a trustee of Kirk College. I had occasion to follow the Kirk-Bell’s attacks on the Board in the intercollegiate football mix-up. You were editing The Bell, I believe.”
“Yes,” admitted Robson. “I guess we were a pretty brash lot.”
“All of that. And you were quite wrong. But you were fighting for what you thought a principle, and I liked the way you fought.” He put up a large, well-kempt hand and pushed a wave of hair back from his forehead. “I’m fighting for a principle here.”
“Political?” said Jeremy Robson.
“Do politics interest you?”