Evening star., 1928-10-24

N air Of triumph was plainly dis.
" cernible in the Herald" loca
"A room. 1t manifested itself ii
4 i the den1eanor of the managing
editor, who popped in and out
of his private office at frequent inter-
walls to confer with Jimmy; in the rush.
ing to and fro Of photographers carry
ing large sheets of cardboard, where0r
were spread still wet prints; in tLe
Jack-in-t -the-box naturalization of a
smudgy-faced boy from the composing
room, waving damp page proof oven
which Jimmy and the managing editor
bent with heads that almost touched
Jimmy ierked the receiver from tha
jangling telephone at his elbow.
'I don't care what it isl" he snapped
UNLESS one of them's murdered, don't
bother me. Here, Andy, take this call!
Our east side man wants to unburden
his mind about a kid elopement."
Peter had returned from the, city hall
and gone straight to his typewriter.
Got it!'' he flung laconicaly over
his shoulder to Jimmy as he passed
the desk.
"IIl give you 90 minutes-keep ii
down to three-quarters of a column,
Jimmy called after his retreating back.
A copy boy stood at Peters elbow,
seizing each page to be set into type
as Peter ripped it from the carriage.
When he had finished, he strolled over
to the city desk, his hands In his
pockets.
Nobody else had got there. It's 2
exclusive all right-and it's Straigh
Cromwell told me with his own rut
lips that Cavanaugh'S to be called in
In fact, he was waiting for him to ar
rive for conference when I left"
"Its pretty fair yarn," said Jimmy.
The managing editor darted out c.
sight again. The local room subsided
to a pretense of ordinary routine. JIM
my's watch lay open on the desk, AMI
he consulted it at frequent intervals
until a boy appeared with an armloai
of still sticky papers, the single red
line, Extra" in view across the top
The city editor snatched one of the
papers from beneath the boys arm, but
his eyes continued to stray to his watch
until, O quarter Of an hour later, the
cries of the newshoys were waited up
from the street below.
1--WE beat 'em on the street by IS
rainutesi" Jimmy anaounced In a tona
of deep and almost prayerful gratifica-
ton.
The contentment cf the Herald
oGice was by no means shared by the
two men who sat chatting in a book
lined room on the top floor Of the city
hall-the room which Peter had made
a whistling exit not long before. The
chat was not an ordinary chat, the Two
men were not ordinary men and tile
books, for that matter, were not ordi-
nary books Several shelves were given
over to volumes nearly 2 feet high,
labeled with yearly dates instead OF
t,5les and containing lists of arrests.
Their size and worn covers gave a Ger
tain medieval atmosphere to room
by no means devoted to medieval con-
Germs.
Canberwell, head OF the identinca-
ton bureau, sat tilted far back in a
swivel chair which squeased rhythmic
ally as he rocked to and fro. His frame
was large, but his head was set for
ward above STOPPING Shoulders-the in
eradicable stoop Of the farm boy whose
strength has been early overtaXed by
heavy physical labor. His hands, with
their twisted fingers and enlarged
knuckles, still bore the marks of that
boyhood toll but his eyes were the
eyes of a student. Since the day when,
as a lanky youth. an idea had been
born in his mind from chance thumb
mark in a farmhouse album, he had
pursued that one Idea with the zeal
which only the born specialist can know
He still looked like middle-aged farmer
but he faced DR.. Cavanaugh with the
unassuming equality of fellow expert.
I'm not jumping at conclusions" he
protested. I'm just suggesting pos
sibility to be tested. wouldn't have
bothered you about a mere highway
bum, who wandered off into the marsh
while drunk, or crept away to die of ex-
posure. There's no doubt at all about
it's being a woman. We have mighty
little else to go on. There's just one en-
couraging bit that I'll show you later.
It's only chance, know-but it's the