A Double Barrelled Detectice Story

Some late bird of a reporter stole one of my placards, then hunted the town over and found the other one, and stole that. In this manner he accomplished what the profession call a ldquo;scooprdquo; that is, he got a valuable item, and saw to it that no other paper got it. And so his paper the principal one in the town had it in glaring type on the editorial page in the morning, followed by a Vesuvian opinion of our wretch a column long, which wound up by adding a thousand dollars to our reward on the papers account! The journals out here know how to do the noble thing when theres business in it.