"_What?_"
Mickey staggered. At last he recovered his breath.
"Mr. Bruce and Miss Leslie don't care if I tell," he defended. "They all
the time tell it!"
"_What?_"
"Why that they are going to be married, soon as Mr. Bruce gets the grafter
who's robbing the taxpayers of Multiopolis, and collects his big fee.
That's what."
As suddenly as he had arisen Mr. Chaffner dropped back, and in a stupefied
way still looked at Mickey. Then: "You come with me," Mr. Chaffner said
rising, and he entered a small room and closed the door.
"Now you tell me all about this engagement."
"Maybe they don't want it in the papers yet," said Mickey. "I guess I'll
let Mr. Bruce do his own talking."
"But you said they told everybody."
"So they do," said Mickey. "And of course they'd tell you. You can call
him. His number is 500-X."
The editor made a note of it, studying Mickey.
"Yes, that would be the better way, of course," he agreed. "You have a
long head, young man. And so you think Miss Leslie Winton is a fine young
lady?"
"Surest thing you know," said Mickey.
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