What is it, landlord? Am I ready to eat? Just lead
the way, and I'll show you." He glanced about at the others. "Any of
you missed your supper? If so, we'd be glad to have your company."
"I'll accept the invitation," returned Cavendish. "I was asleep
up-stairs, and failed to hear the bell. Perhaps you gentlemen can tell
me what steps I'd better take in a case like mine."
The three passed out together, following the guidance of Timmons, and
as the sound of their voices subsided into a confused murmur, Westcott
glanced into the face beside him.
"You must be very tired, dear."
"I am tired, Jim," she said, "but I mustn't allow it. I have a big job
on hand. Farriss will want three thousand words of this and he'll want
it to-night so that he can scoop the town."
"Scoop the town?" Westcott repeated.
"Yes, that means my paper gets a story that no other paper gets. And
this Cavendish case is going to be my scoop. Will you walk with me
down to the station?"
Big Jim Westcott nodded silently and took her arm in his and together
they went out into the night.
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