The young editor of The Daily Eagle and Phoenix straightened his tall figure from the pile of papers that smothered his desk, glanced at his foreman who stood waiting, and spoke in the quiet drawl he always used when excited: "Just a moment-'til I read this over--" The foreman nodded. He scanned the scrawled pencil manuscript twice and handed it up without changing a letter: "Set the title in heavy black-faced caps-black-the blackest you've got." He read the title over again musingly, his strong mouth closing with a snap at its finish: THE BLACK LEAGUE AND THE KU KLUX KLAN DOWN WITH ALL SECRET SOCIETIES The foreman took the manuscript with a laugh: "You've certainly got 'em guessing, major--" "Who?"