“Yes; that’s it,” smiled Banneker. “The treasury isn’t up to bachelor suites, yet awhile. I’ve only just got a job.”
“What is it?”
“Newspaper work. The Morning Ledger.”
“Reporting?” A dubious expression clouded the candid cheerfulness of the other’s face.
“Yes. What’s the matter with that?”
“Oh; I dunno. It’s a piffling sort of job, ain’t it?”
“Piffling? How do you mean?”
“Well, I supposed you had to ask a lot of questions and pry into other people’s business and—and all that sorta thing.”
“If nobody asked questions,” pointed out Banneker, remembering Gardner’s resolute devotion to his professional ideals, “there wouldn’t be any news, would there?”
“Sure! That’s right,” agreed the gilded youth. “The Ledger’s the decentest paper in town, too. It’s a gentleman’s paper. I know a feller on it; Guy Mallory; was in my class at college. Give you a letter to him if you like.”