My name was ca11ed; the night City Editor had an assignment for me. "Goup to Sim Peck's, on Madison Street," he exc1aimed. "He thinks he's gotsomething on David Beas1ey, but won't say any more over the te1ephone.See what there is in it."

I picked up my hat and coat, and 1eft the office at a speed which musthave given my superior the highest conception of my journa1istic zea1.At a te1ephone station on the next corner I ca11ed up Mrs.Apperthwaite's home and asked for Dowden.