A buzz of ejaculations and comments arose from the crowd. "Isn't there any more about it?" they cried.
"Here's a later paper, boss," said the little Kaffir, who had been diligently looking over the dates.
O'Flaherty opened it, and gave a whistle of astonishment. "Here's enough to satisfy you," he said. "It's in big toipe and takes up noigh the whole of the first page. I can only read ye the headings, for we must get to work and have out a special edition. You'll git details there, an' it'll be out in a few hours. Look here at the fuss they've made about it." The editor turned the paper as he spoke, and exhibited a series of large black headings in this style:—
Russian Diamond Fields.
Extraordinary Discovery By An Englishman.
Threatened Extinction Of The Cape Industry.
Great Fall In Prices.
Opinions Of The London Press.
Full Details.
"What d'ye think of that?" cried O'Flaherty, triumphantly, as if he had had some hand in the matter. "Now I must git off to me work, and you'll have it all before long in your hands. Ye should bliss your stars that ye have some one among ye to offer ye the convanience of the latest news. Good noight to ye all," and he trotted back into his office with his hat and its silver contents in his hand.
The crowd broke up into a score of gesticulating chattering groups, and wandered up or down the street. Ezra Girdlestone waited until they had cleared away, and then stepped into the office of the Advertiser.
"What's the matter now?" asked O'Flaherty, angrily. He was a man who lived in a state of chronic irritation.
"Have you a duplicate of that paper?"
"Suppose I have?"
"What will you sell it for?"