The afternoon papers had worked themselves into typographic frenzy over it.

Britz guessed that the coroner had primed the reporters with all the facts which had been ascertained at the office, and the reporters, exercising a lively fancy, had created a mystery that was calculated to absorb newspaper readers for many days.

As Britz perused the news sheets on the way to the Grand Central Station, he noted with a smile that the reporters shared with the coroner and the employes of the iron works, the same mystification as to how the assassin managed to reach his victim without revealing himself to the clerks in the office.
"It is inexplicable to me how the murderer got in and out of the private office," one of the newspapers quoted the head clerk.

"He must have worn the fabled invisible cloak," was the only explanation he could offer.
"It's uncanny," another clerk was quoted.

"I sat at the third desk from Mr.Whitmore's door all morning and I'm ready to swear no one entered or left that office.