“You said something like that before, and it wasn’t your opinion—it was Reever Kennard’s. I don’t object to it exactly, but I want to show you something. You know Reever Kennard’s paper?”
Markheim nodded.
“You know the World-News sent him out to the Russo-Japanese war—big expense account, helpers, dress-suits, and all that?”
“I know he was there.”
“The same managing editor who sent Reever Kennard out is still on the desk. He should be in the office now. The number is——”
Morning found it for him hastily, and added: “You call him now.”
“I don’t want to call him up——”
“But you’d better. Twice you said something that someone told you—and it’s troublesome. The short way out is to call him now——”
Morning was tapping the desk lightly. Markheim reached for the extension ’phone. Luckily, the thing was managed—luckily, and through the name of Markheim.
“Ask him who did the story of the battle of Liaoyang for the World-News?” Morning ordered.