"This sentimental poppycock you've been running in The Dispatch about our strike."
"And what about it?"
Faxon's manner changed and he smiled indulgently.
"You haven't been in business very long, Roger. There are some things you don't understand very clearly."
"Very probably."
"But there are some things, my boy, so elementary that a child could understand them."
"In other words," said Roger coldly, "even I."
"Yes," snapped Faxon brutally, "even you."
"Well, go on."
"In the paper this morning there is a mess of stuff, probably cooked up by that damn fool, Good, taking the side of those girls against us. Now what I want to know is the meaning of it."