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you have news?" asked Miss Tabor. "Any time--I shall not sleep much, any news--good--or bad." Feehan found the office force in the throes of getting out an edition, and he sidled through the hurrying, jostling office force to the city editor. "Any news?" he asked quietly. "Hello, Technicalities. Nothing yet. You take the case." Feehan hurried to his desk, instructed the telephone girls to connect all reporters working on the McCarthy case with his desk, then extracted a mass of papers from various pockets and commenced to study and compile his unending statistics. The reporters engaged in the search were under instructions to report at once any trace of the missing player and to report once an hour their whereabouts and progress. Every five or ten minutes one reported, and Feehan, laying aside his work, answered the call and suggested new lines of investigations. Two o'clock came. The office was growing quieter. Weary news gatherers slipped into their coats and departed quietly. Copy readers and editors completed their tasks and went away. Three o'clock came, and Feehan was busy tabulating the statistics of some player in a far-off league, when the telephone rang. By some inspiration he knew a trail had been found and he reached for the instrument with more haste than he had shown, his seventh sense spurring him on. "Hello! Yes--that you, Jimmy?" "I've hit a trail." The voice was that of little Jimmy Eames, the most tireless and persistent member of the force of news hounds employed by the paper. "Where?" Feehan was as calm as if only recording a fly out. "North Ninetieth Street Police Station," said Eames rapidly. "I picked up a clue over on the other side of the city--inside police dope. Man taken there last night in taxi. I'm off for there." Feehan pocketed his statistics and prepared for action. His voice had ceased to drag. He uttered commands in sharp, quick words. Briefly he detailed to each man as he called on the telephone the nature of Eames's discovery. "Get to North Ninetieth Street Station." Thirty-five minutes after Eames flashed the first word to the office, Cramer, the star police reporter, announced over the telephone. "McCarthy is in the black hole at North Ninetieth street. Orders from captain. No one permitted to see him. Not booked. Sergeant in charge don't know what he is accused of." "Get him out. Report in ten minutes." "Two hours and a
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