“It wasn’t about your work it was about you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Both of them are worried about your health. They are afraid you’re working too hard and when the managing editor and the business manager start to worry about your health you can bet your bottom dollar you’re valuable to the paper. With me, I could have a nervous breakdown and they’d never bat an eye. Probably be glad to get rid of me.”
“Don’t talk like that, Dan,” pleaded Tim. “You know that’s not so. Why you’re the balance wheel of the editorial office. Carson wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. He depends on you to keep things running smoothly, see that the boys all cover their assignments and that the copy goes steadily to the machines.”
“We won’t argue over that,” smiled the copy chief, “But you should have heard those two going at it this afternoon. The business manager fairly ripped into Carson.”
“What for?”
“For letting you be sworn into the state police.”
“You know that!”
“Of course.”
“But how?”