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Updated: July 21, 2025
The next moment the door was opened by a stout, short-breathed woman, hat, jacket, and black gloves on. All stepped in. The three late-arriving reporters, seeing in the reception-room beyond a group of newspapermen about a servant, Matilda making her first futile effort to rid the house of this pestilential horde, generaled by Mr. Mayfair, started quickly toward the members of their fraternity.
All were dreadnoughts who looked upon it as a privilege to give their lives to smash Prussian militarism. If you had asked any one of them for an interview he would have scoffed at the idea. But ordinary newspapermen cannot be blamed for being enthralled at the share of these pilots in the World War. What's printed about them?
Meanwhile, in turning over the gossip of the town, one of the newspapermen ran across the fact that the Boncour bungalow was owned by the Posts, and that Halsey Post, as the executor of the estate, was a more frequent visitor than the mere collection of the rent would warrant. Mrs.
He had been, he declared to the newspapermen, surprised and deeply gratified by that appointment and keenly sensible of how great an honor it was, and he had hoped to make his service upon the commission tell for the good of the city.
If there was any Madison Avenue thinking behind the launching it was certainly lower Madison Avenue. In order to make his point exactly what this was confused a vast roomful of newspapermen the Senator invented a race of creatures called androids. These androids, it seems, look exactly like Tom Smith down the block except that they'd just as soon cut your throat as not.
"Surely; and you might also call in the newspapermen." "Eh? Reporters?" "Yes. I have a hunch, Leverage, that a great gob of sensational publicity, right now, will be of inestimable help. Meanwhile let's get busy before either the coroner or the reporters arrive." The two detectives went over the body meticulously. Warren had been shot through the heart.
"You will pardon me," he said apologetically, "for recalling what must be distressing. But we newspapermen often have to do things and ask questions that are distasteful. I believe it is rumored that your father suffered from lead poisoning?" "Oh, I don't know what it was none of us do," she cried, almost pathetically. "I had been living at the settlement until lately.
Facing a dozen newspapermen, pencils in hand, he quailed. To hell with "face." Why, if he went on any longer with the farce the papers would roast the life out of him. With an apology for a smile that was, in fact, a ghastly grin, he addressed himself to the waiting group of jurymen, lawyers and reporters.
He was giving the signal to the cabby when his new acquaintance stopped him. "You're quite sure you er don't know any newspapermen?" "Quite." "All right all right and er just don't mention about my having a flask, if you do meet any of them. I er keep it for others. I don't drink."
"Well," I replied, "of course there's a lot of talk now in the papers about aphasia and amnesia and all that stuff. But, you know, we reporters are a sceptical lot. We have to be shown. I can't say we put much faith in THAT." "But what is your explanation? You fellows always have an opinion. Sometimes I think the newspapermen are our best detectives."
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