33. Not quite the end
That was not quite the end of this wondrous tale. I was after all a journalist and I was a journalist with a tale to tell. Jabez Challock, my editor, had warned me to be back in his office within two weeks with a solid story, and a solid story I would give him.
I returned to the offices of the Evening Inquirer to type my copy and submit it to the news desk. It must have passed almost unimpeded through a series of news editors and assistant news editors until it reached the back benches, where a conscientious sub-editor had brought it to the attention of the editor, and he then decided to bring it to the attention of me.
“Harker!” I heard him cry from his office. “Get in here, boy, now!”
I had been expecting such an outburst and picked myself up grudgingly to trud
