"
"Why Mickey?" asked Mr. Minturn.
"That investigation you started him on."
"I did start him on that. What's the matter?"
"Well the returns are about all in," said Mickey, "and the man who draws
the candy suit is about ready to put it on. See?"
"Good! Exactly what he should do."
"Yes exactly," agreed Mickey dryly, "but _who_ do you figure it is? We got
some good friends in the City Hall."
"Always is somebody you don't expect," said Mr. Minturn. "Don't waste any
sympathy on them, Mickey."
"Not unless in some way my boss got himself into trouble," said Mickey.
"There's no possible way he could."
"About the smartest man in Multiopolis thinks yes," said Mickey. "I just
been talking with him."
"Who, Mickey?" asked Mr. Minturn, instantly.
"Chaffner of the _Herald_," said Mickey.
"_What!_"
Mr. Minturn seized the boy's arm, shoved him inside his door and closed
it. Mickey pulled away and turned a belligerent face upward.
"Now nix on knocking me down with _your_ 'whats!'" he cried.
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