Part 16 (1/2)

”That's the way to get an interview, my son,” he said. ”All right, I'll take you in to the Chief. If things don't go your way, come and see me before you go. I might try you on s.p.a.ce, just to see how you shape.

Dinville generally knows what he's talking about.”

Stuart thanked him, and very gratefully, for he realized that the curt manner was merely that of an excessively busy man with a thousand things on his mind. A moment later, he found himself in the shut-in office of the Managing Editor.

”You are a youngster,” he said with a cordial smile, emphasizing the verb, and shaking hands with the boy. ”Well, that's the time to begin.

Now, Lad, I've time enough to hear all that you've got to say that is important, and I haven't a second to listen to any frills. Tell everything that you think you have a right to tell and begin at the beginning.”

During the voyage from Havana, Stuart had rehea.r.s.ed this scene. He did not want to make the same mistake that he had made with the vice-consul, and he told his story as clearly as he could, bearing in mind the ”Who,”

”What,” ”Why,” ”When” and ”Where” of Dinville's advice.

The Managing Editor nodded approvingly.

”I think,” he said reflectively, ”you may develop the news sense. Of course, you've told a good deal of stuff which is quite immaterial, and, likely enough, some of the good bits you've left out. That's to be expected. It takes a great many years of training to make a first-cla.s.s reporter.

”Now, let me see if I can guess a little nearer to the truth of this plot than you did.

”You say that the only three phrases you can be sure that you heard were 'Mole St. Nicholas,' 'naval base' and 'Panama.' That isn't much. Yet I think it is fairly clear, at that. The Mole St. Nicholas is a harbor in the north of Haiti which would make a wonderful naval base--in fact, there has already been some underground talk about it--and such a naval base would be mighty close to the Panama Ca.n.a.l. Suppose we start with the theory that this is what your conspirator chaps have in mind.

”Now, my boy, we have to find out some explanation for the meeting in so remote a place as the Citadel. Those three men wouldn't have gone to all that trouble and risked all that chance of being discovered and exposed unless there were some astonis.h.i.+ngly important reasons. What can these be? Well, if we are right in thinking that a naval base is what these fellows are after, it is sure that they would need a hinterland of country behind it. The Mole St. Nicholas, as I remember, is at the end of a peninsula formed by a range of mountains, the key to which is La Ferriere. So, to make themselves safe, they would need to control both at the same time. Hence the necessity of knowing exactly the defensive position of the Citadel. How does that sound to you?”

”I'd never thought of it, sir,” said Stuart, ”but the way you put it, just must be right. I was an idiot not to think of it myself.”

”Age and experience count for something, Youngster,” said the Managing Editor, smiling. ”Don't start off by thinking that you ought to know as much as trained men.”

Stuart flushed at the rebuke, for he saw that it was just.

”Now,” continued the Editor, pursuing his train of thought, ”we have to consider the personalities of the conspirators. You'll find, Stuart, if you go into newspaper work, that one of the first things to do in any big story, is to estimate, as closely as you can, the character of the men or women who are acting in it. Newspaper work doesn't deal with cold facts, like science, but with humanity, and humans act in queer ways, sometimes. A good reporter has got to be a bit of a detective and a good deal of a psychologist. He's got to have an idea how the cat is going to jump, in order to catch him on the jump.

”Now, so far, we know that the conspirators are at least three in number. There may be more, but we know of three. One is a Haitian negro politician. One is a Cuban, who, from your description, seems to be a large-scale crook. One is an Englishman, and, in your judgment, he is of a different type from the other two. Yet the fact that he seems to possess an agent on the eastern sh.o.r.e of Cuba--which, don't forget, faces the Mole St. Nicholas--seems to suggest that he's deep in the plot.”

He puffed his pipe for a moment or two, and then continued,

”Now, there are two powerful forces working underground in the West Indies. One is the Spanish and negro combination, which desires to shake off all the British, French and Dutch possessions, and to create a Creole Empire of the Islands. The other is an English plan, to weld all the British islands in the West Indies into a single Confederation and to buy as many of the smaller isles from France and Holland as may seem possible. Both are hostile to the extension of American power in the Gulf of Mexico. Possibly, some European power is back of this plot. A foreign naval base in the Mole St. Nicholas would be a menace to us, and one on which Was.h.i.+ngton would not look very kindly.

”So you see, Youngster, if such a thing as this were possible, it would be a big story, and one that ought to be followed up very closely.”

”That's what Dinville seemed to think, sir,” interposed the boy, ”and I told him I didn't have the money.”

”Nor have you the experience,” added the Editor, dryly. ”Money isn't any good, if you don't know how to use it.”

He pondered for a moment.

”I can't buy the information from you,” he said, ”because, so far, the story isn't in shape to use, and I don't know when I will be able to use it. Yet I do want to have an option on the first scoop on the story. You know what a scoop is?”

”No, sir.”

”A 'scoop' or a 'beat' means that one paper gets hold of a big story before any other paper has it. It is like a journalistic triumph, if you like, and a paper which gets 'scoops,' by that very fact, shows itself more wide awake than its compet.i.tors.