“Exit the Delaney quartet,” he remarked. “I guess my stalling days at the ranch are ended. I’m taking the ten-thirty train to Barstow, and—”
“Better call up for a taxi,” she suggested.
“Not while you and the roadster are on the job. If you’ll wait while I pack—I want a word with you anyhow. About Wilbur.”
“One happy thought runs through my mind,” Will Holley was saying. “I’m the author of a famous interview with you, Mr. Madden. One you never gave.”
“Really?” replied Madden. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll stand behind you.”
“Thanks,” answered the editor. “I wonder why they gave out that story,” he mused.
“Simple to guess,” said Chan. “They are wiring New York office money be sent, please. How better to establish fact Madden is at desert ranch than to blaze same forth in newspapers. Printed
