"Is this Anthy?" he asked, when Fergus handed him the telephone. "Anthy, I have just discharged Ed Smith. He will no longer cumber this office."
He paused.
"No, I said I have just discharged him. He was only small potatoes, anyway, and few in the hill."
He put down the telephone: Ed made as if to speak, but the old Captain waved him aside.
"Fergus," he said, "I have an editorial ready for this week's Star. Now let's get down to business."
Having delivered himself, he was light, he was gay.
