"No."
"Or tried to worm an article out of Judge Damon?"
Paul shook his head.
"Then you've some fun ahead of you," remarked Mr. Carter, rising. "I'd wait to do my crowing if I were you."
With a grim laugh and a gesture of farewell he swept the boy from the room.
CHAPTER III
MR. CAMERON TAKES A HAND IN THE GAME
As Paul walked down the steps of the Carter mansion he felt, as did David Copperfield in the presence of the waiter, very young indeed. Had Mr. Carter simply been making game of him? And was the business world actually such a network of schemes and complexities?
And how did it happen that the printing of a newspaper was such a difficult and expensive undertaking? Why should it be?