"I had to get you in a receptive mood before I could begin. Now I'm ready."
"Fire away." The editor lit his cigar and waved his hand resignedly.
"Quick is quick. To get to the point, this paper has changed hands."
The expression on Bassett's face changed immediately. "You mean—it's sold?"
"Just so."
"Who got it—the Le Gore crowd?" It was Bassett's profession always to be prepared for the unusual, but it was manifest from his knitted eyebrows and his nervous drumming on the desk that he was astonished.
"No, Miss Judith Wynrod."
"The millionaire kid!" cried Bassett. "What the devil does she want a newspaper for? Is she going to run it?"
"No," said Good calmly, "I am."
"You? Who in thunder are you?"