So the story has got here

"Do you know the Veridian story?" "Yes. I've just checked it up." "What's the milk in that cocoanut?" "Sour!" said Edmonds with such energy that Banneker turned to look at him direct. "The principal owner of Veridian is named Marrineal.... Where you going, Ban?" "To see the principal owner of the name," said Banneker grimly. The quest took him to the big house on upper Fifth Avenue. Marrineal heard his editorial writer with impassive face. "So the story has got here," he remarked. "Yes. Do you own Veridian?" "No." Hope rose within Banneker. "You don't?" "My mother does. She's in Europe. A rather innocent old person. The innocence of age, perhaps. Quite old." All of this in a perfectly tranquil voice. "Have you seen The Chicago Transcript? It's an ugly story." "Very. I've sent a man out to the camp. There won't be any more shootings." "It comes rather late. I've told McClintick, the labor man who comes from Wyoming, that we'll carry the story, if we verify it." Marrineal raised his eyes slowly to Banneker's stern face. "Have you?" he said coolly. "Now, as to the mayoralty campaign; what do you think of running a page feature of Laird's reforms, as President of the Board, tracing each one down to its effect and showing what any backward step would mean? By the way, Laird is going to be pretty heavily obligated to The Patriot if he's elected." For half an hour they talked politics, nothing else. At the office Edmonds was making a dossier of the Veridian reports. It was ready when Banneker returned.

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