"
"Too bad," I exclaimed. "I had hoped, at least, to be able to
keep the report down to a few lines in the Star. But the Record
will have such a yellow story about it that I'll simply have to
do something to counteract the effect."
"Yes," assented Craig. "But--wait. Let's see the Record story
first. The office doesn't know you're up here. You can hold up
the Star and give us time to look things over, perhaps get in a
beat on the real story and set things right. Anyhow, the news is
out. That's certain. We must work quickly. Tell me, Tom, who are
at the camp--anyone except relatives?"
"No," he replied, guardedly measuring his words. "Uncle Lewis had
invited his brother James and his niece and nephew, Isabelle and
James, junior--we call him Junior. Then there are Grace and
myself and a distant relative, Harrington Brown, and--oh, of
course, uncle's physician, Doctor Putnam."
"Who is Harrington Brown" asked Craig.
"He's on the other side of the Langley family, on Uncle Lewis's
mother's side. I think, or at least Grace thinks, that he is
quite in love with Isabelle. Harrington Brown would be quite a
catch. Of course he isn't wealthy, but his family is mighty well
connected. Oh, Craig," sighed Langley, "I wish he hadn't done
it--Uncle Lewis, I mean.
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