"Of course, for one thing, it could be used to blow open a safe with.
But safecracking, nowadays, is done by ordinary robbers, and they're able to carry in a pocket or a satchel the small quantity of 'soup' that it takes to blow the lock of a safe door, or the door off the safe." After thinking a few minutes, Hemingway went to the telephone, calling up the chief of police at the latter's home.

The plain clothes man stated the case, and suggested that the story be told to "The Blade" editor for publication in the morning issue.

Then, if anyone in town had any definite suspicion why so much nitroglycerine should be needed in that little city, he could communicate his suspicions or his facts to the police.
"The chief agrees to my plan," nodded Hemingway, leaving the 'phone.
"Me for 'The Blade' office." "See here," begged Dick, earnestly, "if there's to be a good newspaper story in this, please let me turn it over to Len Spencer.

He's one of our best newspaper men.

He'll write a corking good story about this business---and, besides, I'm under some personal obligations to him." "So I've heard," replied the plain clothes man, with a twinkle in his eyes.