II + 

“That’s all the detail, then,” said Hastings half an hour later. Margaret Warren, neat, fresh, her golden hair smooth and shining, sat by his desk. + 

“Yes, Mr. Hastings.” + 

“Er⁠—hm. Right. Take this down. ‘Cabinet Minister Assassinated. Murder at Abbotshall⁠—’ ” + 

“ ‘Awful Atrocity at Abbotshall,’ ” suggested the girl softly. + 

“Yes, yes. You’re right as usual,” Hastings snapped. “But I always forget we have to use journalese in the specials. Right. ‘John Hoode Done to Death by Unknown Hand. The Owl most deeply regrets to announce that at eleven o’clock last night Mr. John Hoode, Minister of Imperial Finance, was found lying dead in the study of his country residence, Abbotshall, Marling. The circumstances were such’⁠—pity we don’t know what they really were, Miss Warren⁠—‘the circumstances were such as to show immediately that this chief among England’s greatest men had met his death at the hands of a murderer, though it is impossible at present to throw any light upon the identity of the criminal.’ New paragraph, please. ‘We understand, however, that no time was lost in communicating with Scotland Yard, who have assigned the task of tracking down the perpetrator of this terrible crime to their most able and experienced officers’⁠—always a safe card that, Miss Warren⁠—‘No time will be lost in commencing the work of investigation.’ Fresh paragraph, please. ‘All England, all the Empire, the whole world will join in offering their heartfelt sympathy to Miss Laura Hoode, who, we understand, is prostrated by the shock’⁠—another safe bet⁠—‘Miss Hoode, as all know, is the sister of the late minister and his only relative. It is known that there were two guests at Abbotshall, that brilliant leader of society, Mrs. Roland Mainwaring, and Sir Arthur Digby-Coates, the millionaire philanthropist and Parliamentary Secretary to the Board of Conciliation. Sir Arthur was an extremely close and lifelong friend of the deceased and would affirm that he had not an enemy in the world⁠—’ ” + 

Miss Margaret Warren looked up, her eyebrows severely interrogative. + 

“Well?” said Hastings uneasily. + 

“Isn’t that last sentence rather dangerous, Mr. Hastings?” + 

“Hm⁠—er⁠—I don’t know⁠—er⁠—yes, you’re right, Miss Warren. Dammit, woman, are you ever wrong about anything?” barked Hastings; then recovered himself. “I beg your pardon. I⁠—I⁠—” + 

There came an aloof smile. “Please don’t apologise, Mr. Hastings. Shall I change the phrase?” + 

“Yes, yes,” muttered Hastings. “Say, say⁠—put down⁠—say⁠—” + 

“ ‘⁠—and are stricken aghast at the calamity which has befallen them,’ ” suggested the girl. + 

“Excellent,” said Hastings, composure recovered. + 

“By the way, did you tell Williams to get on with that padding? That sketch of Hoode’s life and work? We’ve got to fill up that opposite-centre page.” + 

“Yes, Mr. Williams started on it at once.” + 

“Good. Now take this down as a separate piece. It must be marked off with heavy black rules and be in Clarendon or some conspicuous type. Ready? ‘The Owl, aghast at this dreadful tragedy, yet arises from its sorrow and issues, on behalf of the public, a solemn exhortation and warning. Let the authorities see to it that the murderer is found, and found speedily. England demands it. The author of this foul deed must be brought swiftly to justice and punished with the utmost rigour of the law. No effort must be spared.’ Now a separate paragraph, please. It must be underlined and should go on the opposite page⁠—under Williams’s article. ‘Aware of the tremendous interest and concern which this terrible crime will arouse, The Owl has made special arrangements to have bulletins (in the same form as this special edition) published at short intervals in order that the public may have full opportunity to know what progress is being made in the search for the criminal. + 

“ ‘These bulletins will be of extraordinary interest, since we are in a position to announce that a special correspondent will despatch to us (so far as is consistent with the wishes of the police, whom we wish to assist rather than compete with) at frequent intervals, from the actual locus of the crime a résumé of the latest developments.’ ” Hastings sighed relief and leant back in his chair. “That’s all, Miss Warren. And I hope⁠—since the thing is done⁠—that the murderer’ll remain a mystery for a bit. We’ll look rather prize idiots if the gardener’s boy or someone confesses tomorrow. Get that stuff typed and down to the printers as quick as you can, please.” + 

The girl rose and moved to the door, but paused on the threshold. + 

“Mr. Hastings,” she said, turning quickly, “what does that last bit mean? Are you sending one of the ordinary people down there⁠—Mr. Sellars or Mr. Briggs?” + 

“Yes, yes, I suppose so. What I said was all rot, but it’ll sound well. We just want reports that are a bit different from the others.” + 

She came nearer, her eyes wide. “Mr. Hastings, please excuse me, but you must listen. Why not let The Owl be really useful? Oh, don’t you see what it would mean if we helped to catch the murder? Our reputation⁠—our sales. Why⁠—” + 

“But I say, Miss Warren, look here, you know! We’ve not got an office full of Holmeses. They’re all perfectly ordinary fellers⁠—” + 

“Colonel Gethryn,” said the girl quietly. + 

“Eh, what?” Hastings was startled. “He’d never⁠—Miss Warren, you’re a wonder. But he wouldn’t take it on. He’s⁠—” + 

“Ask him.” She pointed to the telephone at his side. + 

“What? Now?” + 

“Why not?” + 

“But⁠—but it’s two o’clock,” stammered Hastings. He met the level gaze of his secretary’s blue eyes, lifted the receiver from its hook, and asked for a number. + 

“Hallo,” he said two minutes later, “is that Colonel Gethryn’s flat?” + 

“It is,” said the telephone. Its voice was sleepy. + 

“Is⁠—is Colonel Gethryn in⁠—out⁠—up, I mean?” + 

“Colonel Gethryn,” said the voice, “who would infinitely prefer to be called Mr. Gethryn, is in his flat, out of bed, and upon his feet. Also he is beginning to become annoyed at⁠—” + 

“Good Lord⁠—Anthony!” said Hastings. “I didn’t recognise your voice.” + 

“Now that you have, O Hastings, perhaps you’ll explain why the hell you’re ringing me up at this hour. I may mention that I am in execrable temper. Proceed.” + 

Spencer Hastings proceeded. “Er⁠—I⁠—ah⁠—that is⁠—er⁠—” + 

“If those are scales,” said the telephone, “permit me to congratulate you.” + 

Hastings tried again. “Something has happened,” he began. + 

“No!” said the telephone. + 

“D’you think you could⁠—I know it’s an extraordinary thing to ask⁠—er, but will you⁠—er⁠—” + 

Miss Margaret Warren rose to her feet, removed the instrument from her employer’s hands, put the receiver to her ear and spoke into the transmitter. + 

“Mr. Gethryn,” she said, “this is Margaret Warren speaking. What Mr. Hastings wished to do was to ask whether you could come down here⁠—to the office⁠—at once. Oh, I know it sounds mad, but we’ve received some amazing news, and Mr. Hastings wishes to consult you. I can’t tell you any more over the phone, but Mr. Hastings is sure that you’ll be willing to help. Please come; it might mean everything to the paper.” + 

“Miss Warren,” said the telephone sadly, “against my will you persuade me.” + 