"Last year we got only the pickings," remarked Ellis.
"Last year your owner wasn"t the son of the committee"s chairman."
"By the way, Dad, I"ll have to resign that secretaryship. Every minute of my spare time I"m going to put in around this office."
"I guess you"re right. But I"m sorry to lose you."
"Think how much more I can do for the celebration with this paper than I could as secretary."
"Right, again."
"Some one at the breakfast," observed Hal, "mentioned the Rookeries, and Wayne shut him up. What are the Rookeries? I"ve been trying to remember to ask."
The other two looked at each other with raised eyebrows. As well might one have asked, "What is the City Hall?" in Worthington. Ellis was the one to answer.
"h.e.l.l"s hole and contamination. The worst nest of tenements in the State. Two blocks of "em, owned by our best citizens. Run by a political pull. So there"s no touching "em."
"What"s up there now; more murders?" asked the Doctor.
"Somebody"ll be calling it that if it goes much further," replied the newspaper man. "I don"t know what the official _alias_ of the trouble is. If you want details, get Wayne."
In response to a telephone call the city editor presented his lank form and bearded face at the door of the sanctum. "The Rookeries deaths?" he said. "Oh, malaria--for convenience."
"Malaria?" repeated Dr. Surtaine. "Why, there aren"t any mosquitoes in that locality now."
"So the health officer, Dr. Merritt, says. But the certificates keep coming in. He"s pretty worried. There have been over twenty cases in No.
7 and No. 9 alone. Three deaths in the last two days."
"Is it some sort of epidemic starting?" asked Hal. "That would be news, wouldn"t it?"
At the word "epidemic," Dr. Surtaine had risen, and now came forward flapping his hand like a seal.
"The kind of news that never ought to get into print," he exclaimed.
"That"s the sort of thing that hurts a whole city."
"So does an epidemic if it gets a fair start," suggested Ellis.
"Epidemic! Epidemic!" cried the Doctor. "Ten years ago they started a scare about smallpox in those same Rookeries. The smallpox didn"t amount to shucks. But look what the sensationalism did to us. It choked off Old Home Week, and lost us hundreds of thousands of dollars."
"I was a cub on the "News" then," said Wayne. "And I remember there were a lot of deaths from chicken-pox that year. I didn"t suppose people--that is, grown people--died of chicken-pox very often: not more often, say, than they die of malaria where there are no mosquitoes."
"Suspicion is one thing. Fact is another," said Dr. Surtaine decisively.
"Hal, I hope you aren"t going to take up with this nonsense, and risk the success of the Centennial Old Home Week."
"I can"t see what good we should be doing," said the new editor.
"It"s big news, if it"s true," suggested Wayne, rather wistfully.
"Suppression of a real epidemic."
"Ghost-tales and goblin-shine," laughed the big doctor, recovering his good humor. "Who"s the physician down there?"
"Dr. De Vito, an Italian. n.o.body else can get into the Rookeries to see a case. O"Farrell"s the agent, and he sees to that."
"Tip O"Farrell, the labor politician? I know him. And I know De Vito well. In fact, he does part-time work in the Certina plant. I"ll tell you what, Hal. I"ll just make a little expert investigation of my own down there, and report to you."
"The "Clarion"s" Special Commissioner, Dr. L. Andre Surtaine," said Ellis sonorously.
"No publicity, boys. This is a secret commission. And here"s your chance right now to make the "Clarion" useful to the committee, Hal, by keeping all scare-stuff out of the paper."
"If it really does amount to anything, wouldn"t it be better," said Hal, "to establish a quarantine and go in there and stamp the thing out?
We"ve plenty of time before Old Home Week."
"No; no!" cried the Doctor. "Think of the publicity that would mean. It would be a year before the fear of it would die out. Every other city that"s jealous of Worthington would make capital of it and thousands of people whose money we want would be scared away."
Ellis drew Wayne aside. "What does Dr. Merritt really think? Smallpox?"
"No. The place has been too well vaccinated. It might be scarlet fever, or diphtheria, or even meningitis. Merritt wants to go in there and open it up, but the Mayor won"t let him. He doesn"t dare take the responsibility without any newspaper backing. And none of the other papers dares tackle the ownership of the Rookeries."
"Then we ought to. A good, rousing sensation of that sort is just what the paper needs."
"We won"t get it. There"s too many ropes on the Boy Boss. First the girl and now the old man."
"Wait and see. He"s got good stuff in him and he"s being educated every day. Give him time."
"Mr. Wayne, I"d like to see the health office reports," called Hal, and the two went out.
Selecting one of his pet cigars, Dr. Surtaine advanced upon McGuire Ellis, extending it. "Mac, you"re a good fellow at bottom," he said persuasively.
"What"s the price," asked Ellis, "of the cigar and the compliment together? In other words, what do you want of me?"
"Keep your hands off the boy."
"Didn"t I offer fair and square to match you for his soul? You insisted on fight."
"If you"d just let him alone," pursued the quack, "he"d come around right side up with care. He"s sound and sensible at bottom. He"s got a lot of me in him. But you keep feeding him up on your yellow journal ideas. What"ll they ever get him? Trouble; nothing but trouble. Even if you should make a sort of success of the paper with your wild sensationalism it wouldn"t be any real good to Hal. It wouldn"t get him anywhere with the real people. It"d be a sheet he"d always have to be a little ashamed of. I tell you what, Mac, in order to respect himself a man has got to respect his business."
"Just so," said McGuire Ellis. "Do you respect your business, Doc?"
"Do I!! It makes half a million a year clear profit."
The a.s.sociate editor turned to his work whistling softly.
CHAPTER XIV
THE ROOKERIES