"Turk dies at Palatia," read Average Jones. "Mm--heart disease . . .
wealthy Stamboul merchant . . . studying American methods . . .
Turkish minister notified."

"Is that all?"

"Practically."

"And the other reports?"

Average Jones ran them swiftly over. "About the same. Hold on!
Here's a little something extra in the Universal."

"'Found on the floor . . . bell-boy who discovered the tragedy
collapses . . . condition serious . . . Supposedly shock--"

"What's that?" interrupted young Mr. McIntyre, half rising. "Shot?"

"You're nervous, Tommy. I didn't say 'shot.' Said 'shock."'

"Oh, of course. Shock--the bell-boy, it means."

"See here; first thing you know you'll be getting me interested.
Hadn't you better open up or shut up?"

Mr. McIntyre took a long breath and a resolution simultaneously.

"At any rate I can trust you," he said. "Telfik Bey is not a
merchant. He is a secret, confidential agent of the Turkish
government. He came over to New York from Washington in spite of