Chapter Twenty-SixAnother glance at the clock, and Van pursed his lips. Only two minutes later than the last time he checked the time. He shoved his hands into his pockets and marched to the doorway. The corridor was empty. Returning to the room, he coughed and waved away the cigarette smoke that permeated the room. Movement near the window caught his attention. Two of the correspondents from United Press laughed and pointed at something outside.
Curious.
He nudged his way through the rows of tables holding typewriters until he was behind the men. “Something amusing, guys?”
Mustached with a shaggy head of hair, Edwin Hodgdon chuckled and gestured to the sidewalk across the street where a young boy and his dog performed tricks. “One smart pup. Nice to see something cute for a change.”
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