Ives delivered himself of his pet theory. “They’ll all bear watching. It may come in handy some day.”
“What may?”
“Anything we can get.”
“What on earth could any but an insane man expect to get on Enderby?” contemptuously asked Banneker.
Shooting a covert look at his principal, Ives either received or assumed a permission. “Well, there was some kind of an old scandal, you know.”
“Was there?” Banneker’s voice was negligent. “That would be hard to believe.”
“Hard to get hold of in any detail. I’ve dug some of it out through my Searchlight connection. Very useful line, that.”
Ives ventured a direct look at Banneker, but diverted it from the cold stare it encountered.
“Some woman scrape,” he explicated with an effort at airiness.
Banneker turned a humiliating back on him. “The Patriot is beginning to get a bad name on Park Row for this sort of thing,” he informed Marrineal.