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Updated: July 10, 2025
Harrington Surtaine arrived, hardly less tempestuously than his predecessor. He did not even greet Bim as he passed through the gate, which was unusual; but went direct to Ellis. "Can we do it, Mac?" "The epidemic story? Yes. There was a proof saved." "Good. Can you do the story of the meeting?" Ellis hesitated. "All of it?" "Every bit. Leave out nothing." "Hadn't you better think it over?"
Surtaine, "staking a high-toned scientific reputation that the one sure, unfailing, reliable upbuilder for brain-workers, nervous folks, tired-out, or broken-down folks of any kind at all is" here Dr. Surtaine paused, looked about his entranced audience, and delivered himself of his climax in a voice of thunder: "CEREBREAD!"
I meant that man going into the corner tenement. I believe it was Hal Surtaine." "Was it?" "And you needn't say, 'Was it? in that lofty, superior tone, like an angel with a new halo, either," pursued her aggrieved friend. "You know it was. What do you suppose he's doing down here?" "The epidemic is the 'Clarion's' special news. He spends quite a little time in this district, I believe."
"Well, you didn't say there was anything more, did you?" inquired the bland McQuiggan. "I? I didn't say?" "Yes, you. You got up the ads." "Well well well, of all the nerve!" cried Dr. Surtaine, grievously appealing to the universe at large. "I got 'em up! You gave me the material, didn't you?" "Sure, did I. Hot stuff it was, too." "Hot bunk! And to flim-flam my own people with it, too!"
The papers have always respected men of position, and their business and their families, too. Worthington won't stand for that sort of thing." "It's true, isn't it?" "All the more harm if it is," retorted Dr. Surtaine, thus codifying the sum and essence of the outsider's creed of journalism. "Do you know what they'll call you if you print that? They'll call you an anarchist." "Will they?"
Where's Dr. Merritt? I think we ought to hear from him on that point." Murmurs of assent were heard about the room. Dr. Surtaine rose to his feet. "If I may be pardoned for speaking to a motion of which I am a part," he said in his profound and mellow voice. "I think I can throw light upon the situation. Quite a number of us have observed with uneasiness the increase of sickness in Worthington.
"Look out for the medicos," he had said to Dr. Surtaine in outlining his great idea. "They're mean to handle. You can always buy or bluff a newspaper, but a doctor is different. Some of 'em you can grease, but they're the scrubs. The real fellers won't touch money, and the worst of 'em just seem to love trouble. Merritt's that kind.
Though this argument had fallen far short of reconciling Hal to the Surtaine standards, nevertheless it had served as a makeshift to justify in part his abandonment of the hard-won principles of the "Clarion," a surrender necessary for the saving of a loved and honored father in whose essential goodness he had still believed. Now the edifice of his faith was in ruins.
"While you can buy accommodations in a graveyard or break into a penitentiary, don't you ever live in St. Jo Missouri, George." The man in the adjacent seat half turned toward Dr. Surtaine and looked him up and down, with a freezing regard. "It's the sink-hole and sewer-pipe of creation, George. They once elected a chicken-thief mayor, and he resigned because the town was too mean to live in.
"How do you know about the epidemic?" "Hasn't it taken Mr. Hale, the only friend I've got in the world? And won't it take its hundreds of other lives unless warning is given? Why doesn't the 'Clarion' speak out, Mr. Surtaine? Why is that story ordered killed?" "Consideration of policy which " "Policy! Oh, my God! And the people dying!
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