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“We can trust him,” said Blackie to Mickey and Tom. “I know them limeys when I was in the war. They got watcha-callit—inter-grady.” “Integrity,” corrected Mickey. “That’s it,” said Blackie. “He won’t tell nobody.” When Editor came in that afternoon, Mickey said simply, “It’s a canoe. A real big one.” “My word,” said Editor. “Let’s have a look.” He pushed his way past the two and disappeared through the greasy door to the back. Editor walked the length of the log, trailing his hand over the wood just as Tom Lincoln had done. He gazed at the drawing tacked to the wall and he looked carefully at the picture Mickey had shown him. “You know,” Editor said, “this could be a big story.” Chapter 8, page 57.