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And keep the paper optimistic. Don't knock. Boost. Business men warm up to that. Why, Boy-ee, if you'll just stick to the policy I've outlined, you'll not only make a big success, but you'll have a model paper that'll make a new era in local journalism; a paper that every business man in town will swear by and that'll be the pride of Worthington before you're through."
Guiding himself by the light of matches, Hal hurried across to his den. He heard Esmé's voice before he could make her out, standing near the door. "Is any one hurt?" Hal breathed a great sigh. "You're all right, then! We don't know how bad it is." "An explosion?" "Veltman threw a bomb. He's killed." "Boy-ee!" called Dr. Surtaine. "Here, Dad. You're safe?" "Yes." "Thank God!
"We can " "Wait a minute. Father, you saw the story in the 'Clarion, the story of Milly's death?" "Yes, I saw that." "Well?" "I suppose you did what you thought was right, Boy-ee." "I did what I had to do. I hated it." "I'm glad to know that much, anyway." "But I'd do it again, exactly the same." The Doctor turned troubled eyes on his son.
Boy-ee, I can sleep again, now that I know it wasn't you." The implication caught at Hal's throat. "Why, Dad," he said lamely, "if you'd only come to me and asked " "Somehow I couldn't. I was waiting for you to tell me." He slid his big hand over Hal's shoulder, and clutched him in a sudden, jerky squeeze, his face averted. "Now, that's off our minds," he said, in a loud and hearty voice.
He fidgeted like an eager boy when the whistle sounded, and before the cars had fairly come to a stop he was up the steps of the sleeper and inside the door. There rose to meet him a tall, carefully dressed and pressed youth, whose exclamation was evenly apportioned between welcome and surprise. "Dad!" "Boy-ee!" To the amusement of the other passengers, the two seized each other in a bear-hug.
Bear and forbear. There's the rule for you. The trouble with you, Boy-ee, has been that you've been trying to run a business on pink-tea principles." "The trouble with me," said his son bitterly, "is that I've been trying to reform a city when I ought to have been reforming myself." "Oh, you're all right, Boy-ee," his affectionate and admiring father reassured him. "You're just finding yourself.
"Then it's all lies! Lies and murder!" "You're excited, Boy-ee," said the charlatan with haggard forbearance. "Let me explain for a moment." "Isn't it pretty late for explanations between you and me?" "This is the gist of the proprietary trade," said the Doctor, picking his words carefully. "Most diseases cure themselves. Medicine isn't much good. Doctors don't know a great deal.
"I've just had a message from E.M. Pierce." "Did you obey a royal command and go to his office?" "No." "Neither did I." "With you it's different. You're a younger man. And Elias M. Pierce is the most powerful um er well, as powerful as any man in Worthington." "Outside of this office, possibly." "Don't you be foolish, Boy-ee. You can't fight him."
If no paper published this, it would be current by word of mouth just the same. A hundred people saw it." "Anyway, tone your article down, won't you, Boy-ee?" "I'm afraid I can't, Dad." "Of course you can. Here, let me see it." McGuire Ellis looked up sharply, his face wrinkled into an anxious query. It relaxed when Hal handed the editorial proof to the Doctor, saying, "Look at this, instead."
"You know well enough what I mean. Boy-ee, Boy-ee," there was an edge of genuine agony in the sonorous voice, "we've drawn far apart, you and I. Is all the wrong on my side? Can you judge me so harshly, with your own conscience to answer?" "What I've got on my conscience you've put there. You've made me turn back on every principle I have. I've dishonored myself and my office for you.
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