"Wondering how I took your measure, aren't you?" he asked, and when Larry nodded he went on: "You have the air of a newspaper man, which you may consider flattering, as you have acquired it after having been in the game only a short time. I assume that because it's my business to know most of the reporters in this city, and I never saw you before. If you didn't look like a newspaper man I'd size you up for one, because only a reporter, or some of my political friends, would come here to see me. You're not the one, so you must be the other. Now what do you want?" and the politician's voice became rather sharp. "I came here to find out if it's true that you're going to support Reilly because he can deliver the goods from Mr. Potter," Larry explained, resolving to chance all at once. Sullivan started, and half arose from his chair. Then he seemed to recover himself. "Some one's been talking!" he murmured, and, glancing quickly at Larry, he asked: "Who is Mr. Potter? I'm afraid I don't understand you." "He's the financier interested in the new line," went on Larry, boldly. "It's going to be a good thing for the district, I understand. Come now, Mr. Sullivan," he went on, assuming a familiar air he did not feel, "you might as well own up and give me an interview about deciding to support Reilly." For several seconds the leader gazed at Larry, as if seeking to read his inmost thoughts. Then he spoke: "You either know too much or too little, Dexter. I guess you're an older hand at this business than I took you for. Tell me what you know." "You tell me what I want to know," Larry said with a smile. "You probably know all that I do and more, too. But I don't know half as much as you do about this, though I know enough to print something in the _Leader_. You might as well come out with it." Sullivan hesitated. He was wondering how this new young reporter had discovered information supposed to be a secret among the politician's closest advisers. Clearly there was a leak somewhere, and he must play the game warily until he discovered it. Meanwhile, since part of the truth was known he decided to tell more of it. He could manage matters to suit his ends if necessary, even after he gave out the interview for which all the papers in New York were anxiously waiting. "Did Mr. Emberg send you to see me?" asked Sullivan. "He did," Larry answered, wondering how intimate was the politician's acquaintance with the city editor of the _Leader_. "Emberg's foxy," went on Sullivan. "Do I get the interview?" asked Larry. "You do. I like your nerve, and I'd like to find out where you heard that about Potter."