"Don't forget that we meet to-night in Charles Street," Tallente reminded them, as he shook hands.
"Trust Nora," Dartrey replied. "She has been looking forward to it every day."
"I now," Tallente said, as he took up his hat and stick, "am going to confront an editor."
"You are going to try and get me a copy of the article?"
Tallente nodded.
"I am going to try. If my suspicions are correct, you shall have it in twenty-four hours."
Tallente, however, spent a somewhat profitless morning, and it was only by chance in the end that he succeeded in his quest. He strolled into the lounge at the Sheridan Club to find the man he sought the centre of a little group. Greetings were exchanged, cocktails drunk, and as soon as an opportunity occurred Tallente drew his quarry on one side.
"Greening," he said, "if you are not in a hurry, could I have a word with you before lunch?"
"By all means," the other replied. "We'll go into the smoking room."
They strolled off together, followed by more than one pair of curious eyes. An interview between the editor of the daily journal having the largest circulation in Great Britain and Tallente, possible dictator of a new party in politics, was not without its dramatic interest. Tallente wasted no words as soon as they had entered the smoking room and found it empty.