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Rh sound interested. "Are you going to have it printed?"

"Maybe," replied the other carelessly. "It's a pippin, all right, Perry! It's nearly fourteen thousand words long! What do you know about that, son? Maybe I'll send it to the Reporter and let them publish it. Or maybe I'll send it to one of the big New York magazines. I haven't decided yet. Dick says I ought to have it typewritten; that the editors won't read it unless it is. But it costs like anything. Morris Brent has a typewriter and he said I could borrow it, but I never wrote on one of the things and I suppose it would take me a month to do it, eh? Seems to me if the editors want good stories they can't afford to be so plaguey particular. Besides, my writing's pretty easy reading just as soon as you get used to it."

"You might typewrite the first two or three sheets," suggested Perry, with a chuckle, "and then perhaps the editor would be so anxious to know how it ended he'd keep right on. What are you going to call it, Fudge?"

Fudge shook his head. "I've got two or three good titles. 'The Middleton Mystery' is one of them. Then there's 'Young Sleuth's Greatest Case.' I guess that's too long, eh?"

"I like the first one better."