How explain to Carruthers that he, Jimmie Dale, already knew what Carruthers might not yet have heard of, even though Carruthers would naturally be among the first to be in touch with such affairs! No; that would never do.

Better get there himself at once and trust to-- The telephone rang.
Jimmie Dale waited until it rang again, then he lifted the receiver from the hook.
"Hello ?" he said.
"Hello! Hello! Jimmie!" came a voice.

"This is Carruthers.

That you, Jimmie ?" "Yes," said Jimmie Dale and sat down limply in the desk chair.
"It's the Gray Seal again.

I promised you I'd let you in on the ground floor next time anything happened, so come on down here quick if you want to see some of his work at firsthand." Jimmie Dale flirted a bead of sweat from his forehead.
"Carruthers," said Jimmie languidly, "you newspaper chaps make me tired with your Gray Seal.