And then we
settled down to the ten years' war for the mastery, out of which
I was to come at last fairly the victor, and with the only renown
I have ever coveted or cared to have, that of being the "boss
reporter" in Mulberry Street. I have so often been asked in later
years what my work was there [Footnote: I say was; only in the
last twelvemonth have I grasped Mr. Dana's meaning in calling his
reporters his "young men." They need to be that. I, for one, have
grown too old.], and how I found there the point of view from which
I wrote my books, that I suppose I shall have to go somewhat into
the details of it.
The police reporter on a newspaper, then, is the one who gathers and
handles all the news that means trouble to some one: the murders,
fires, suicides, robberies, and all that sort, before it gets into
court. He has an office in Mulberry Street, across from Police
Headquarters, where he receives the first intimation of the
trouble through the precinct reports. Or else he does not receive
it. The police do not like to tell the public of a robbery or a safe
"cracking," for instance.
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