Hemingway heard a good deal in his saunterings about Gridley.

He had picked up the yarn about Dick & Co., Len Spencer and the "dead ones." "So that 'The Blade' gets it, I don't care who writes the story," replied the policeman, good-humoredly.
Dick swiftly called up "The Morning Blade' office.

Spencer was there, and came to the telephone.
"How's news tonight ?" asked Prescott, after naming himself.
"Duller than a lecture," rejoined Len.
"Would you like a hot one for the first page ?" pursued Dick.
"Would I?
Would a cat lap milk, or a dog run when he had a can tied to his tail?
But don't string me, Dick.

There's an absolute zero on news tonight." "Then you stay right where you are for two or three minutes," Dick begged his reporter friend.

"Officer Hemingway and some others are coming down to see you.