Good sat down and leisurely drawing his pipe from his pocket filled it.
"I suppose you didn't see that sign outside?" inquired the small man sarcastically. "It said 'no smoking.'"
"That was outside," said Good shortly, without looking up. "I'm in now. But look here, Mr. Bassett," he continued with a quizzical smile, "don't irritate me. It ..."
"Don't irritate you?" Bassett stared blankly. "Who the ..."
"No—it might cost you your job."
The editor laughed harshly. "Hell, you must want a story suppressed."
"What makes you think so?"
"They all begin by threatening to get my scalp."
"Well, that's a bum guess this time." Good drew his chair up beside the desk and pushed a cleared place among the papers. "Now see here, Mr. Bassett, I have something to tell you."
"It's about time you began telling it," said Bassett dryly.