“Also, dere is someding else,” he stated, lowering his voice. The editor looked his inquiry. “Monkey business with your printer-men.”
“Yes; I know something about that.”
“Do you know when they strike?”
“No. When?”
“The day before the new paper comes out.”
Jeremy whistled softly.
“Of course! That’s when they would, assuming that it’s a put-up job from outside. Where do you get your information?—if it’s a fair question.”
Stockmuller turned a painful red.
“I was on der Deutscher Club committee,” he said. “The segret committee. No more!”
“Who are the men in our press-room they’re working through?”