"At three o'clock to-morrow afternoon you go to the law offices of Myrowitz, Godfrey, Godfrey & Murtha in the Pyramid Building on Cedar Street. Ask to see Mr. Murtha. Send your name in to him; he'll be expecting you. Murtha is in the firm now, but he gets out on the fifteenth--four days from now. There's been a row there, too, I believe, and the other partners are shoving him out into the cold. He's sore. Murtha ought to be able to tell the rest of what you'll have to know in order to make our story absolutely libel proof. It may take some digging on your part, but he'll come through if you only go at him the right way. In questioning him you can probably take your cues from what Bogardus and Pratt have already told you. That end of it, though, is up to you. Anyhow, by this time to-morrow night you ought to have your whole story lined up." "Do you want me to come back here then and write it for the next morning?" asked Singlebury. "I don't want you to write it here at all," said Mr. Foxman. "This thing is too big and means too much for us to be taking a chance on a leak anywhere. Have you got a quiet room to yourself where nobody can break in on you?" "Yes, sir," said Singlebury. "I'm living at the Godey Arms Hotel." "All right then," said Mr. Foxman. "You rent a typewriter and have it sent up to your room to-morrow morning. When you are ready to start you get inside that room and sit down at that typewriter with the door locked behind you, and you stay there till you've finished your yarn. You ought to be able to do it in a day, by steady grinding. When you're done tear up all your notes and burn the scraps. Then put your copy in a sealed envelope and bring it down here and deliver it to me, personally, here in this room--understand? If I'm busy with somebody else when you get here wait until I'm alone. And in the meantime, don't tell the city editor or any member of the staff, or your closest friend, or your best girl--if you've got one--that you are working on this story. You've not only got to get it but you've got to keep your mouth shut while you're getting it and after you've got it--got to keep mum until we print it. There'll be time enough for you to claim credit when the beat is on the street." "I understand, sir," said Singlebury. "And I'm certainly mighty grateful to you, Mr. Foxman, for this chance." "Never mind that," said Mr. Foxman. "I'm not picking you for this job because I like the colour of your hair, or because I'm taken by the cut of your clothes. I'm picking you because I think you can swing it. Now, then, go to it!"