When we got on the street, the lady was
all used up so she couldn't say anything. She had me call a taxi to take
her to her hotel. I set down her name she gave me, and her house and
street number. I cut to a Newsies' directory and got the name of the owner
of the palace-place and it was Mrs. James Minturn. Next morning coming
down on the cars I was hunting headliners to make up a new call, like I
always do, and there I saw in big type, 'Mr. and Mrs. James Minturn
prostrate over the sudden death of their lovely little daughter from
poisoning, from an ice she ate.' I read it every word. Even what the
doctors said, and how investigation of the source of the ice came from was
to be made. What do you think of it?"
"I have no doubt but it's every word horrible truth," answered Douglas.
"_Sure!_" said Mickey. "I just hiked to the park and walked up to the cop
and showed him the paper, and he looked awful glum. I can point him out to
you, and give you the lady's address, and there were plenty more who saw
parts of it could be found if anybody was on the _kid's_ side.
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