You're the hero"--there was a hint of elongation of the
first syllable which might have a sardonic connotation from those pale
and placid lips--"not the historian. Burt will interview you."
"A Patriot reporter has already. I gave him a statement."
Mr. Greenough frowned. "It would have been as well to have waited.
However."
"Oh, Banneker," put in Mallory, "Judge Enderby wants you to call at his
office."
"Who's Judge Enderby?"
"Chief Googler of the Goo-Goos; the Law Enforcement Society lot. They
call him the ablest honest lawyer in New York. He's an old crab. Hates
the newspapers, particularly us."
"Why?"
"He cherishes some theory," said Mr. Greenough in his most toneless
voice, "that a newspaper ought to be conducted solely in the interests
of people like himself."
"Is there any reason why I should go chasing around to see him?"
"That's as you choose. He doesn't see reporters often. Perhaps it would
be as well."
"His outfit are after the police," explained Mallory. "That's what he
wants you for. It's part of their political game. Always politics."
"Well, he can wait until to-morrow, I suppose," remarked Banneker
indifferently.
Greenough examined him with impenetrable gaze. This was a very cavalier
attitude toward Judge Willis Enderby.
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