Meet me in myoffice tomorrow morning." Miranda refilled his glass.Sumter was sitting on the edge of the desk table with the list in his hand. "Thorough, pretty complete."The Phantom closed the door, crossed the room and took the list out of the reporter's hand. "I don't think Captain Miranda is ready to release this to the press.""Excuse me. He stepped down the hall for a minute and I couldn't resist a peek."Scanning the list, the Phantom said, "I don't want any of this to get out yet, Sumter."The reporter smiled at him. "Carrying around a good ton of info in my head already," he said. "Stuff I'm not supposed to reveal. One more ounce won't bother me. So consider your deep dark secrets safe with Sumter.""You're showing; considerable interest in theVultures," remarked the Phantom."Told you before, Walker, earthquakes make good copy, but they don't amount to much alongside a secret conspiracy," said Sumter. "People love to read about mysterious societies of criminals. If I can dig up enough material, I can get a book out of this, besides the NEWS piece.""Sounds like a valid motive.""Speaking of motives, I'm still not very clear about yours.""I told you as much about that as I'm going to.""If you'd like to confide a little more in me,Walker, I could make sure you'd get a nice play in my article.
