"
"I'll go tell him right away," said Mickey.
Douglas was walking the floor as Mickey entered.
"You delivered the letter?" he cried.
Mickey shook his head, producing the envelope.
"You didn't!" shouted Bruce. "You didn't! Thank God! Oh, thank God you
_didn't!_"
"Aw-w-ah!" protested Mickey.
"Why didn't you?" demanded Douglas.
"Well you see," said Mickey, "me and Mr. Chaffner of the _Herald_ were
talking a while ago about some poetry I'm going to write for his first
page, soon now--I've always sold his papers you know, so I sort of belong
--and I happened to tell him I was working for you, and how fine you were,
and about your being engaged to Miss Leslie, and he seemed to kind of
think you was heading for trouble; he just plain _said so_. I was so
scared I begged him not to let _that_ happen. I told him how everything
was, and finally I got him to promise that if you _did_ get into trouble
he'd help you, at least he _almost_ promised. You see he's been a
newspaper man so long, he eats it, and sleeps it, and he had a 'scoop'--"
"'He had a scoop?'" repeated Douglas.
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