A moment later, while Sharpe stood wondering, Jolter came in, and grinned as he noted Bobby’s visitor.
“Mr. Jolter,” asked Bobby, “have we a good portrait of Mr. Sharpe?”
Jolter, still grinning, stated that they had.
“Have a three-column half-tone made of it for this evening’s Bulletin.”
Sharpe fairly spluttered.
“Mr. Burnit, if you print my picture in the Bulletin connected with anything derogatory, I’ll—I’ll—”
Bobby waited politely for a moment.
“Go ahead, Mr. Sharpe,” said he. “I’m interested to know just what you will do, because we’re going to print the picture, connected with something quite derogatory. Now finish your threat.”
Sharpe gazed at him a moment, speechless with rage, and then stamped from the office.
Jolter, quietly chuckling, turned to Bobby.