"At the meeting you told us you couldn't answer for your son's paper," Stensland recalled.
"I can now," said the confident quack. "Just you leave it to me."
He went direct to the "Clarion" office, revolving in his mind the impending interview. For the first time since the tragedy he anticipated a meeting with his son without embarrassment, for now he had a definite topic to talk about, difficult though it might be.
Finding Hal at the editorial desk he went direct to the point.
"Boy-ee, the epidemic is spreading."
"I know it."
"I'm going to take hold of the matter personally, from now on."
"In what way?"
"By organizing a committee of one hundred to cover the city and make a scientific campaign."
"Are you going to let people know that it's typhus?"