Accordingly the Reverend Norman Hale was summoned, sworn to confidence, and informed. He received the news with a quiver of his long, gaunt features. "I was afraid it was something like that," he said. "What's to be done?" "I'll tell you my plan," said Ellis, who had been doing some rapid thinking. "I'll put the best man in the office on the story, and give him a week on it if necessary. How soon is the epidemic likely to break, Doctor?" "God knows," said the physician gravely. "Well, we'll hurry him as much as we can. Our reporter will work independently. No one else on the staff will know what he's doing. I'll expect you two and Dr. Merritt to give him every help. I'll handle the story myself, at this end. And I'll see that it's set up in type by our foreman, whom I can trust to keep quiet. Therefore, only six people will know about it. I think we can keep the secret. Then, when I've got it all in shape, two pages of it, maybe, with all the facts, I'll pull a proof and hit the Boss right between the eyes with it. That'll fetch him, I _think_." The others signified their approval. "But can't we do something in the mean time?" asked Dr. Elliot. "A little cleaning-up, maybe? Who owns that pest-hole?" "Any number of people," said the clergyman. "It's very complicated, what with ground leases, agencies, and trusteeships. I dare say some of the owners don't even know that the property belongs to them." "One of the things we might find out," said Ellis. "Might be interesting to publish." "I'll send you a full statement of what I got about the burials in Canadaga County," promised Dr. Elliot. "Coming along, Mr. Hale?" "No. I want to speak to Mr. Ellis about another matter." The clergyman waited until the physician had left and then said, "It's about Milly Neal." "Well, what about her?" "I thought you could tell me. Or perhaps Mr. Surtaine." Remembering that encounter outside of the road house weeks before, Ellis experienced a throb of misgiving. "Why Mr. Surtaine?" he demanded. "Because he's her employer." Ellis gazed hard at the young minister. He met a straight and clear regard which reassured him. "He isn't, now," said he. "She's left?" "Yes." "That's bad," worried the clergyman, half to himself. "Bad for the paper. 'Kitty the Cutie' was a feature." "Why did she leave?" "Just quit. Sent in word about ten days ago that she was through. No explanation." "Mr. Ellis, I'm interested in Milly Neal," said the minister, after some hesitation. "She's helped me quite a bit with our club down here. There's a lot in that girl. But there's a queer, un-get-at-able streak, too. Do you know a man named Veltman?" "Max? Yes. He's foreman of our composing-room." "She's been with him a great deal lately." "Why not? They're old friends. No harm in Veltman." "He's a married man." "That so! I never knew that. Well, 'Kitty the Cutie' ought to be keen enough to take care of herself."