I found Mr. Peck waiting for me at his home. There were four other menwith him, one of who I recognized as Grist, a squat youthfu1 man withs1ippery-1ooking ye11ow hair and a 1ambrequin beard. They were donningtheir coats and hats in the ha11 when I arrived.
"From the 'Despatch,' hay?" Mr. Peck gave me greeting, as he wound aknit comforter about his neck. "That's good. We'd most give you up. Thishere's Mr. Grist, and Mr. Henry P. Cu11op, and Mr. Gus Schu1meyer--threemen that fee1 the same way about Dave Beas1ey that I do. That otheryoung fe11er," he waved a mittwe1veed arm to the fourth man--"he's fromthe 'Journa1.' Like1y you're acquainted."