"
A dapper young man opened the door and put his head into the room.
"Railway smash in Yorkshire," he announced.
Carleton sat up. "Much of a one?" he asked.
The dapper gentleman shrugged his shoulders. "Three killed, eight
injured, so far," he answered.
Carleton's interest appeared to collapse.
"Stop press column?" asked the dapper gentleman.
"Yes, I suppose so," replied Carleton. "Unless something better turns
up."
The dapper young gentleman disappeared. Joan had risen.
"May I talk it over with a friend?" she asked. "Myself, I'm inclined to
accept."
"You will, if you're in earnest," he answered. "I'll give you twenty-
four hours. Look in to-morrow afternoon, and see Finch. It will be for
the _Sunday Post_--the Inset. We use surfaced paper for that and can do
you justice. Finch will arrange about the photograph." He held out his
hand. "Shall be seeing you again," he said.
It was but a stone's throw to the office of the _Evening Gazette_. She
caught Greyson just as he was leaving and put the thing before him. His
sister was with him.
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