Just at that moment, however, the door opened suddenly, and Reporter Len Spencer, a bright-faced young man of twenty-two, hurried in on tip-toe.

Then, suddenly, he halted, looking unutterably astonished.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr.Chairman and gentlemen," murmured the reporter.

"But I did not expect to find you in session." "And why not, Mr.Spencer ?" demanded the chairman, crisply.
"Why, I---er---I---well, to be candid, gentlemen, 'The Blade' had information that some one had died here." "Died here ?" gasped Chairman Stone.

"Upon my word that would be a most extraordinary thing to do in the presence of this Board.
Where did you get such very remarkable information, young man ?" "It was telephoned to 'The Blade' office," Len Spencer replied.
"By whom ?" "I---I really don't know," replied the young reporter, looking much embarrassed.

"I don't believe our editor, Mr.Pollock, does, either.