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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
'I COULDN'T EXPLAIN OVER THE 'PHONE !" HE GASPED, "BUT THE CONSOLIDATED WON'T OPEN IN THE MORNING."
the watchman, and with a coin to back it up, Jim slipped from the bank. It was several blocks to Broadway and the cars, and Jim sprinted, only to be stopped by a watchful policeman suspicious of anyone in haste at that time of night amid the storehouses of millions. His reporter's card set him right, but precious moments were lost.
Meanwhile, in the office, chaos reigned. Bruce had ordered the forms held for the scoop, and others hotly protested. It was merely some drunken freak of Connors' they declared. More than likely he would not show up, but in the back room of some saloon would sit in maudlin glee over the trouble he had created. "I'll give him five minutes," announced Bruce. at last. Some of the men gasped. At that time of night, with the out-of-town mails to catch, seconds were minutes and minutes hours. Gordon, working overtime, smiled evilly.
With his eye on the clock Bruce waited. One minute, two, three, four times the second hand had gone round, and .a fifth time it drew close to the minute. There was a stir outside and Jim burst into the room.
' ' I couldn 't explain over the 'phone because the watchman was coming," he gasped, "but the Consolidated Trust won't open in the morning and the story is not to be given out!"
It was Gordon himself who sprang from his seat and thrust Jim into it. Someone else brought a typewriter and as the sheets flew from the machine they were rushed to the linotype men. There was no time to write whole ' sheets. In sentences and paragraphs the paper was pulled from the machine and rushed off, and when Jim wrote the "30" under his last line Bruce heaved a sigh of relief. The mails would be caught and the story was worth waiting for. "I guess you've earned the right to another drunk if you want one," he