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He was quite affable to the colored waiter who served his breakfasts in the bachelor apartment house, and increased his weekly tip to a dollar and a half. Then he sat down and opened the Times-Republican, skimming over it after his habit for his own space, and frowning over a row of exclamation and interrogation points unwittingly set behind the name of the mayor.
"Right-o," the reporter said cheerfully, glad to get to grips; and to stop a fencing that was getting nowhere. "I'm connected with the Times-Republican, in your own fair city. I was in the theater the night Gregory recognized you. Verbum sap." "This Gregory is the 'G'?" "Oh, quit it, Clark," Bassett said, suddenly impatient. "That letter's the last proof I needed.
"He told Bassett, of the Times-Republican," he managed to say. "Do you do you know what that means? And Bassett got Clark's automobile number. He said so." He looked up at her, his face twitching. "They're hound dogs on a scent, Bev. They'll get the story, and blow it wide open." "You know I'm prepared for that. I have been for ten years." "I know." He was suddenly emotional.
When David said nothing, but sat holding tight to the arms of his old chair, Gregory reached for his hat and got up. "The thing for him to do," he said, "is to leave town for a while. This Bassett is a hound-hog on a scent. They all are. He is Bassett of the Times-Republican. And he took Jud he took your nephew's automobile license number." Still David sat silent, and Gregory moved to the door.
A half hour later he walked into the offices of the Times-Republican and to the night editor's desk. "Hello, Bassett," said that gentleman. "We thought you were dead. Well, how about the sister in California? It was the Clark story, wasn't it?" "Yes," said Bassett, noncommittally. "And it blew up on you! Well, there were others who were fooled, too. You had a holiday, anyhow."
The reporter from the Times-Republican if he were really on the trail of Dick he would have come to see him, would have told him the story. No. That bridge was safely crossed. And Dick was happy.
"Beverly Carlysle," commented the night editor. "Back with bells on!" He took up the photograph. "Doesn't look much older, does she? It's a queer world." Louis Bassett, star reporter and feature writer of the Times-Republican, smiled reminiscently. "She was a wonder," he said. "I interviewed her once, and I was crazy about her. She had the stage set for me, all right.
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