"All right, Darius. Twenty it is. You'd sell your mother, wouldn't you?"
"Don't have to worry about it. The Anti-Newspaper League hasn't that kind of money. You're safe."
"I knew it," Overman said. "I couldn't have picked a better man."
"I'll keep you informed," said McLeod, and put on his jumper. He walked out congratulating himself on the way he'd convinced Overman.
Only trouble was, he now knew there was more than black-and-white in the world but wasn't sure he knew what to do about it.
CHAPTER VII
"I'm sorry," the recorder said when McLeod called Tracy's apartment. "Miss Kent is not at home. Is there any message?"
"No," said McLeod, then lied: "This is Harry Crippens talking."
"Miss Kent left a message for you, Mr. Crippens," said the recorder. "She will wait for you at the Fourth Estate. She says it is important."