"This is Stubbs. Did you call me a moment ago?"
"Yes."
"Then it is a fact that the armistice has been signed."
"It is. I had my information not more than fifteen minutes ago."
"I just wanted to make sure it was really you who called," Stubbs explained hurriedly. "Good-bye."
He slapped the receiver back on the hook and literally flew into his clothes.
"No time for an elevator now," he muttered as he dashed out the door, through the hall and down the steps.
In the lobby downstairs half a dozen war correspondents had gathered in a little knot. They came to their feet as Stubbs dashed down the steps.
"What's the matter, Stubbs?" one called.
But Stubbs did not stop to reply. Out the door he dashed, his coat trailing behind him.