"Yes," said Pat, "I guess it was a good game. Have you finished your story?"
"Just the lead. Do you want to see it?"
"All right."
"The wire's waiting for me. Hand it over a sheet at a time as soon as you get done."
Peter turned to his typewriter, but he couldn't go on. He kept watching Pat. He waited to hear him say something. Pat read on to the end without comment. Then he looked up. "Where did you get that story about Charlie Bullitt and Doc Nichols?"
"I didn't get it. I knew that they said something to each other and I thought that would be about it."
"The part about Nichols is all right. Those are the questions he always asks, but Charlie Bullitt wouldn't have said anything like that. Don't you know how serious they take football. They'd put a man off the squad for making jokes like that. He winked, did he? They shook him up a long ways beyond winking. I don't believe he said it at all. Who told you anyway?"
"I've said nobody told me. It's just one of those things that might have happened."
"Don't stand there holding on to that copy," Peter added in exasperation. "The wire's waiting."
"But you're not going to send it, are you? It's not true. It doesn't even sound true."