"He keeps
bar."
"I'm hungry," observed Darrow. "Haven't eaten since noon."
"Free lunch," suggested the reporter practically. "You won't be able to
get any service anywhere. How about that interview? Got anything to say?"
"You're the busy little bee to-night," said Darrow. "But I'll tell you
what I'll do. I'll give you a tip. Be at the Atlas Building at not later
than nine to-morrow morning, and stay at least until ten. If you can fix
it, be on the tenth floor. Hunt up the United Wireless man and make him
talk. Then come to me."
"That's afternoon paper stuff--unless it's exclusive," said the reporter
instantly.
"If you'll obey my orders the most important part of it will be
exclusive," said Darrow.
The reporter eyed him keenly.
"Why?" he asked.
"You're Hallowell, aren't you? I thought I wasn't mistaken. I saw you at
work on that Duane Street murder case. Your work was good. Besides, I like
the _Despatch_--and the afternoon papers are too soon for what I want."
"Last reason accepted. Others received and placed on file."
"All right," agreed Darrow. "Have it your own way--only obey orders." He
entered the door of the bar and advanced on the lunch counter.
CHAPTER XI
THIRTY SECONDS MORE
At nine o'clock the following morning five men grouped in McCarthy's
office, talking earnestly. Darrow and Jack Warford had been the first to
arrive. McCarthy did not seem surprised to see them; nor did he greet them
with belligerence.
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