The Stolen Story
ory," said Stone, as he marked on the copy (Add Aldermen Swindle). But the fingers he did it with trembled.
The hands of the clock went on around and Woods went on scowling and throwing off page after page of copy. The night editor came down from the composing-room, where he was making up, and whispered to Stone, "He'll soon be through, Stone, won't he?"
Stone did not answer, for he saw one of the boys stealing hastily up toward the desk. "Mr. Stone," said the boy, looking ashamed, "Tommy Donovan's up to some game at the 'phone. He's been runnin' in an' out of the box for half an hour. We think he's givin' up Mr. Woods's beat. He's in there again an'"
"All right," said Stone, "let him get them." Then turning to Haskill, "I thought they would be able to tell us something if they tried. Now you watch Woods, Haskill."
Stone stepped into the adjoining room, walked past the night editorial writer and into the chief's room, picked up the private
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