He faced the great man squarely, and stared at him until he had brought a smile to the editorial face.

"That's why I want to do it," he added.

"And--it's not mere boasting nor over-confidence--I know I shall do it better than anybody else." The editor considered matters for a brief moment.
"You mean to find out who killed this man ?" he said at last.
Spargo nodded his head--twice.
"I'll find that out," he said doggedly.
The editor picked up a pencil, and bent to his desk.
"All right," he said.

"Go ahead.

You shall have your two columns." Spargo went quietly away to his own nook and corner.