What newspapers
have you there?"
"All of 'em. Want me to look?"
Mr. McIntyre braced himself.
"Turk dies at Palatia," read Average Jones. "Mm--heart disease . . .
wealthy Stamboul merchant . . . studying American methods . . .
Turkish minister notified."
"Is that all?"
"Practically."
"And the other reports?"
Average Jones ran them swiftly over. "About the same. Hold on!
Here's a little something extra in the Universal."
"'Found on the floor . . . bell-boy who discovered the tragedy
collapses . . . condition serious . . . Supposedly shock--"
"What's that?" interrupted young Mr. McIntyre, half rising. "Shot?"
"You're nervous, Tommy. I didn't say 'shot.' Said 'shock."'
"Oh, of course. Shock--the bell-boy, it means."
"See here; first thing you know you'll be getting me interested.
Hadn't you better open up or shut up?"
Mr. McIntyre took a long breath and a resolution simultaneously.
"At any rate I can trust you," he said. "Telfik Bey is not a
merchant. He is a secret, confidential agent of the Turkish
government.
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