"Your other work?" he said.

"Well in hand," replied Spargo. "I'm ahead a whole week--both articles
and reviews. I can tackle both."

The editor put his finger tips together.

"Have you got some idea about this, young man?" he asked.

"I've got a great idea," answered Spargo. He faced the great man
squarely, and stared at him until he had brought a smile to the
editorial face. "That's why I want to do it," he added. "And--it's not
mere boasting nor over-confidence--I know I shall do it better than
anybody else."

The editor considered matters for a brief moment.

"You mean to find out who killed this man?" he said at last.

Spargo nodded his head--twice.

"I'll find that out," he said doggedly.

The editor picked up a pencil, and bent to his desk.

"All right," he said. "Go ahead. You shall have your two columns."

Spargo went quietly away to his own nook and corner. He got hold of a
block of paper and began to write. He was going to show how to do