Bob had slipped behind the owner of the graphophone and was rapidly surveying his desk. Suddenly he pounced on a pile of yellow paper, and, snatching it up, ran across the room.
"I thought so! He's been writing."
"Here you, Bob, give that back!" cried Dockbridge, springing up. He was blocked by the chief of staff.
"Fair play, now. It may be libellous. The censor demands the right of inspection."
"Oh, I don't mind if you see it!" said Dockbridge, "only I don't intend that cub to snicker over it. It's nothing, anyway."
"'The Maximilian Diamond!'" shouted the thief. "By George, what a rippin' title! Full of gore, I bet!"
"You give that back!" growled its owner.
"Gentlemen, allow me to present the well-known author and brilliant young literary man, Mr. John Dockbridge, whose picture in four colors is soon to appear on the cover of the 'Maiden's Gaslog Companion,'" continued Bob. "I read, 'The villain stood with his dagger elevated for an instant above the bare breast of his palpitating victim.' My, but it's great!"
"You see you'd better read it to us in self-defence," remarked the chief of staff. "Go ahead!"
"Promise, and I'll give it back," said Bob, from the door. "Refuse, and I send it to the 'American.'"