for me if I could wire him something from you. On the financial outlook, for example. The first interview from P.J. Madden.”
“Impossible,” answered Madden.
“I’m sorry to hear you say that, Mr. Madden,” Bob Eden remarked. “Holley here has been very kind to me, and I was hoping with all my heart you would overlook your rule this once.”
Madden leaned back, and blew a ring of smoke toward the paneled ceiling. “Well,” he said, and his voice was somehow gentler, “you’ve taken a lot of trouble for me, Mr. Eden, and I’d like to oblige you.” He fumed to Holley. “Look here—nothing much, you know. Just a few words about business prospects for the coming year.”
“That would be extremely kind of you, Mr. Madden.”
“Oh, it’s all right. I’m away out here, and I feel a bit differently about the newspapers than I do at home. I’ll dictate something to Thorn—suppose you run out here tomorrow about noon.”
“I certainly will,” said Holley, rising. “You don’t know what this means to me, sir. I must hurry back to town.” He shook hands with the millionaire, then with Bob Eden. His eyes as he looked at the latter said; “Well, everything’s all right, after all. I’m glad.” He paused at the door. “Good-bye—until tomorrow,” he added. Thorn let him out.
The door had barely closed behind the editor when Madden leaned forward eagerly. His manner had changed; suddenly, like an electric shock, the boy felt the force of this famous personality. “Now, Mr. Eden,” he began briskly, “you’ve got the pearls, of course?”
