“There, I guess that will do if Harvey can’t get at Potter,” spoke Mr. Emberg when he had finished.  “Queer, though, that Potter keeps himself away from our reporters.  He used to be willing enough to talk.”

A little later another telephone message was received from Mr. Newton, announcing that it was useless to try to see the millionaire.

“Come on in, then,” the city editor directed.

Nor was Mack any more successful.  He had learned that the Potter family had hurried from the dock in a closed carriage and were driven to their handsome home on the fashionable thoroughfare known as Central Park, West.  No one had seen Mr. Potter, as far as Mack could learn, and the reporter was not allowed to go aboard the ship, as the custom officers were engaged in looking over the baggage of the passengers.

“Well, we’ve got a good story,” said Mr. Emberg late that afternoon, when work for the day was over.  “It’s a beat, too.”

“Did any of ’em make lifts for it?” asked Mr. Hylard, the assistant city editor.  A “lift,” it may be explained, is the insertion of a piece of news in the last edition of a paper.  It is made by taking one plate from the press, removing or “lifting” a comparatively unimportant item of news from the form, inserting the new item, which was received too late for the regular edition, making a new plate, and starting the press again.  It is done rather than print an entire new edition, and is sometimes used when some other paper gets a beat or piece of news which your paper must have, or in case of an accident happening after the last edition has gone to press.

“The Star lifted our story almost word for word,” said Mr. Emberg.  “Guess they didn’t take the trouble to confirm it.  The morning sheets will probably try to discount it.”

Which was exactly what they did.  Some had what purported to be interviews with Sullivan, denying that he had said he was going to support Reilly.  Others showed, editorially and otherwise, how nonsensical it would be for Sullivan to throw his influence to any one but Kilburn.

“I hope you haven’t made any mistake, Larry,” said Mr. Emberg the next day.  “If you misquoted Sullivan it means a bad thing for our paper.”

“I quoted him correctly.”

At that moment the telephone on Mr. Emberg’s desk rang and he answered it.

“Dexter?” he repeated.  “Yes, we have a reporter of that name here.”  Larry was all attention at once.  “Who wants him?  Oh, Mr. Sullivan?  Is this Mr. Sullivan?  Well, this is the city editor of the Leader.  I see some of the papers are denying our story.  Our account is about correct, eh?  Well, I’m glad of it.  Yes, I’ll send Mr. Dexter to see you right away.

“Sullivan wants to see you, Larry,” went on Mr. Emberg, hanging up the telephone receiver.  “This may be a big thing.  Go slow and be careful of what he says.  Don’t let him bluff you.”