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Updated: June 14, 2025
His hat drawn down over his eyes and muffled to the ears in an ulster so that he might not be recognized, Farnum took a cab with Captain Chunn, Dunn and Quillen for the office of the World. He slipped into the building and his private room unnoticed by any member of the staff. Dunn presently brought to him Jenkins, the make-up man. "Rip your front page to pieces.
Captain Chunn found a chance to draw the boy aside for a question. "Is it all right with Mr. Webber? What did he do?" "Oh, he gave me a jawing," the boy answered. The little man nodded. "I reckoned that was what he would do. Be a good boy, Jeff. I never knew a man more honorable than your father. Run straight, son." "Yes, sir," the lad promised, a lump in his throat.
I told him that was rather hard on James. You ought to have heard him. For him James is the hero of the piece and Jeff the villain." "Half the people in this town have got that damn fool notion," Captain Chunn interrupted violently. "More than half, I should say."
Jeff told it, but he and the owner of the World disagreed radically about the best way to answer the attack. "Why must you always stand between that kid glove cousin of yours and trouble? Let him stand the gaff himself. It will do him good," Chunn stormed. But Jeff had his way. The World made no denial of the facts charged.
Through the subsidized columns of the Advocate and the Herald all the venom of outraged public plunder was emptied on the heads of Jeff Farnum and Captain Chunn. They were rebels, blackmailers, and anarchists. Jeff's life was held up to public scorn as dissolute and licentious. He had been expelled from college and consorted only with companions of the lowest sort.
Nor would he allow the business office, as influenced by the advertisers, to dictate the policy of the paper. The result was that at the end of the first year he went to the owner with a report of a deficit of one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars for the twelve months just ended. Captain Chunn only laughed. "Keep it up, son. I've had lots of fun out of it.
James jumps in with a hurrah and passes one that isn't worth the powder to blow it up. But he's going to claim it as a great victory for the people and if I know that young man he'll get away with his bluff. Yet it's certain as taxes that he's been working for Joe Powers all the time." "I wouldn't put it past him to have engineered some deal to get rid of his cousin," Chunn suggested.
"And the play he's been making in the papers. Offering a reward for information about Jeff, insisting publicly that he has absolute confidence in his cousin's integrity while he shakes his head in private. If you want my opinion, that young man is a whited sepulchre. I never did believe in him." Rogers turned to Captain Chunn with an incredulous smile. "But you still believe in Jeff.
He's as selfish as the devil for all that suave, cordial way of his. Right from the first his idea has been to make a big personal hit. And he figured out he could do it easier with Joe Powers back of him than against him. James K. is the smoothest fraud on the Pacific Coast. But Jeff why, every hair of his head is straight. He's one out of a million, believe me." "You've said it," Chunn agreed.
We've got the story of a life time," Captain Chunn exploded. Jenkins opened his eyes and grinned at Jeff. "That's what Jim tells me. Have you got the proof to hang the thing on Big Tim?" "I've got a letter he wrote to Captain Green of the Nancy Hanks. It's on city hall stationery of the last administration." "Funny he used that paper."
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