casion. She would be eager to learn what had caused his disappearance. And there were the reporters who would probably come storming her house during the day—
As if an echo of his fear he now became aware that Officer Delaney, about to take him back to his cell, was warding off a noisy, thin young man who seemed bent upon approaching Dudley.
"Git away!" finally roared Delaney and put an enormous hand upon the noisy one's chest and fairly flung him to one side.
"That's that fresh young reporter," he commented to Dudley when they were walking down the corridor leading from the courtroom to the cell tier. "He wanted to talk to you, and I guessed you didn't care to have him, eh? One word to him and he'll have every paper in New York down here."
They had to pass through the room where Dudley had been received the night before. He remembered the telephone.
"I wonder if I could 'phone my wife?" Dudley asked suddenly.
"Well—if you're quick about it, maybe," Delaney, having vanquished a reporter, one of his natural enemies, was feeling generous.
"Thanks. If you could step outside in the corridor a second. I can't get away, you know."
