"Hello!" said he, scarcely turning round; "you're late. What have you brought?"
"Half a column."
"Was it a dry case?"
"It's one that shouldn't be reported at all."
He spun round in his chair and regarded me savagely.
"That means it's d——d good! What's your game, Prentice?"
"Look here, Winstanley," I said nervously, "there are things, you know——"
"I don't know it at all. People who go into the courts are public property. If they don't like it, they can stay outside."
"And besides——"
"Besides what?"