The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-11-23
TIE EDITORS wA.jEe.

secret if they can obtain it; talk about their honor and patriotism is all rubbish! Why, you'd publish what hap pened at the cabinet meetings if you could get the news"
 We could, perhaps, if we wanted,' replied NeWby, the editor of The Daily Magnet. But we might not publish , it for all that"
 "Rubbish!" retorted Gregson. "Pu lay you e5O to e5 you can't. There is a cabinet meeting on Tuesday morning, and I'll lay you that bet that you can't in Wednesdays paper, give a full &C., . count of what was done." Agreed" said Newby-though somewhat rashly as he afterward thought.
 On the morning of Wednesday there appeared in The Daily Magnet an &C., count that astonished all the country, seeing that it was no less than the full i details of the cabinet meeting which had taken place on the previous after noon, with statments as to what this minister and that had said at the meet ing upon the important matters debat- ed there.
 The Daily Magnet had set everybody l talking that day as to how it had se- cured the report and as to which min ister had betrayed shis colleagues. The monarch and the Prime minister were both extremely angry at the divulgence l of the views that had been put forward i in Downing street, but the various ministers each pleaded ignorance of how the report had been obtained. Dire excommunication and vengeance were l threatened to the culprit when he should be discovered, and many were the attempts to bring about that dis covery.
 Gregson had opened his paper that morning with eager and impatient hands. He had felt sure that Newby was only boasting and that the G5 was as good as won. When he saw that the great coup had ben successful he was dumfounded with astonishment and chagrin. A telephone message ask 1 ing him to look in at Fleet street at noon did not soothe him, especially as 8 satirical voice bade him bring along the 95O."
 Gregson arrived punctually, however, at Newby's office. He found the whole place in great excitement, what with this person and that wanting to hear or learn something about the now famous report. When he at last got into 1 Newby's private room he found the editor awaiting him, together with a clean-shaven young looking man, whose smile was not easily to be for gotten. He was soon introduced.
 MT. Shooter-Mr. Gregson."
 The editor rubbed his hands in glee.
 "Well, what do you think of it., Mir Gregson?" he asked.
 T have to admit I'm beaten, NeWby,' said the other. There's you money But may I ask how you did it?'
 MT. Shooter will tell you, old man" replied the editor. He will only want you word of honor as to secrecy. It is not 8 thing for us to be proud of. be- yond establishing what you controvert- ed. namely, that we couldoften get and use important news if we would do so irrespective of the ways and means by which it was obtained and without re- gard to the harm it might do our country"
 Gregson, of course readily gave his word and then the private detective began his story.
 Tt is well known" said he, "that after each cabinet meeting the prime minister writes out a full report ot what has occurred for the sole use of the sovereign. This is at once dis patched by special messenger to the king, wherever he may be. His ma- jesty is at present in Edinburgh, ana so it was clear to me that the trusty messenger carrying this report would go by the Great Northern railway from Kings Cross as soon as possible after the cabinet had broken up it's meeting.
 ''T laid all my plans beforehand, Of course. All was in readiness. had the door of Downing streets chief house watched closely, and when at 7:SO p. n1' 8 cab drew up there and one of the kings couriers came out of the house. the courier I knew by the silver grey hound that is his special badEe-I guessed my ideas were correct, and that he was bound to catch the S:15 to Edinburgh--first stop, Granthan1.
 q followed him in another cab' At Kings Criss, just outside the station, I was joined by smart, gentlemanly young fellow who was awaiting me there. But I myself had meantime be- came a lady. I had changed my male attire for female clothes that I had within my portmanteau, and a long gentleman's ulster down to the very heels served well to conceal the dis guise.
 "We watched the royal courier take his place in a first-class compartment all to himself, as is the rule on such occasions. We also took first-class tickets but did not offer to get into the train until the last mnute ere it set off. We knew what would inevit- ably happen if we did, so it was only when the whistle went that with a sudden movement, as if afraid of be- ing left behind at last, my companion hurried me, the lady, forward and opened the door of the carriage af if by mere chance. We had hardly got in ere the train was off.
 q remember the look of annoyance on the face of the passenger whom we had disturbed by our unceremonious entrance. But at length he seemed more at ease as he heard my compan- ion address me as Baroness and after time he even spoke a word or two here and there on topical subjects.
 ''This suited our purpose to a nicety But one thing that he hid suited us