Peter Pitchin, Editor, to Henry Inxling, Bookkeeper.
40 DUNTIONER'S ALLEY, Wednesday, 10 A.M.
I should have come down to the office last evening, but you see I have been moving. My landlady was too filthy dirty for anything! I stood it as long as I could; then I left. I'm coming directly I get your answer to this; but I want to know, first, if my blotter has been changed and my ink-well refilled. This house is a good way out, but the boy can take the car at the corner of Cobble and Slush streets.
O!—about that man? Of course you have not seen him since.
William Quoin, Foreman, to Peter Pitchin, Editor.
"STINGER" OFFICE, Wednesday, 12 M.
I've got your note to Inxling; he ain't come down this morning. I haven't a line of copy on the hooks; the boys are all throwing in dead ads. There's a man and a dog in the proprietor's office; I don't believe they ought to be there, all alone, but they were here all Monday and yesterday, and may be connected with the business management of the paper; so I don't like to order them out. Perhaps you will come down and speak to them. We shall have to go away if you don't send copy.
Peter Pitchin, Editor, to William Quoin, Foreman.
40 DUNTIONER'S ALLEY, Wednesday, 3 P.M.
Your note astonishes me. The man you describe is a notorious thief. Get the compositors all together, and make a rush at him. Don't try to keep him, but hustle him out of town, and I'll be down as soon as I can get a button sewn on my collar.