The news editor adjusted his glasses to his nose and answered, "Yes,
Yes," impatiently over the telephone.
"It's a parson," he explained with an irritable snap of his black eyes towards Bat.
Bat smiled sleepily. "Thinks you're hungering and thirsting for news of his flock, does he?"
"No, blank it," snapped the news editor.
"It's another kind of flock that's worrying us this morning."
Bat's smile faded to a sly haze in his sleepy eyes.
"What has the old boy got to say?"
"How do you know he is old?" snapped the news editor.
Bat didn't volunteer on that point.
"Ask him what his name is," suggested Brydges.