He knew now he had the whip-hand.
"And to prevent any stir at this end, before you fellows get hold of the stuff, you want me to call off my working gang and let Westcott alone.

Come, now, speak up." "Yes," acknowledged Enright.

"I don't care so much for Westcott, but I want things kept quiet.

There's a newspaperwoman down at the hotel.

I haven't been able to discover yet what she is doing out here, but she's one of the big writers on the New York _Star_.