"Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr. Chairman and gentlemen," murmured
the reporter. "But I did not expect to find you in session."

"And why not, Mr. Spencer?" demanded the chairman, crisply.

"Why, I---er---I---well, to be candid, gentlemen, 'The Blade'
had information that some one had died here."

"Died here?" gasped Chairman Stone. "Upon my word that would
be a most extraordinary thing to do in the presence of this Board.
Where did you get such very remarkable information, young man?"

"It was telephoned to 'The Blade' office," Len Spencer replied.

"By whom?"

"I---I really don't know," replied the young reporter, looking
much embarrassed. "I don't believe our editor, Mr. Pollock, does,
either. The news came in over the 'phone. Mr. Pollock told me
to rush up here and get all the facts."

"The facts," retorted Mr. Stone, dryly, "would be most difficult
for the members of this Board to furnish. Indeed, the only fact
in which we are interested would be the name of the person who-----"

Ting-a-ling-ling! As the telephone bell jangled Chairman Stone
drew the desk instrument toward him, holding the receiver to his
ear.

"Hullo!" hailed a voice. "Is that the Board of Education's office?"