"If a newspaper's writers all wrote just to please themselves and their friends, how many people do you suppose would buy the daily papers?
Fred Ripley is the most prominent box candidate we have.

He towers away over the rest of us.

That was why I so stated it in 'The Blade.'" "And I guess that's the only right way to do things when you're writing for the papers," agreed Darrin.
"It's a pity you can't print some other things about Ripley that you know to be true," grumbled Hazelton.
"True," agreed Dick, thoughtfully.

"I'm only a green, amateur reporter, but I've already learned that a reporter soon knows more than he can print." Prescott was thinking of the meeting he had witnessed, the night before, between Fred and Tip.
After sleeping on the question for the night, Dick had decided that he would say nothing of the matter, for the present, either to the elder or the younger Ripley.
"If Fred found out that I knew all about it, he'd be sure that I was biding my time," was what Dick had concluded.

"He'd be sure that I was only waiting for the best chance to expose him.
On the other hand, if I cautioned his father, there'd be an awful row at the Ripley home.