“He did not lie before, about that other fight,” she challenged.
“What round did he say my fight with Nat Powers would end in?”
Before she could answer, the manager was into the thick of it.
“Oh, rats, Pat!” he cried. “Shut up. It’s only the regular run of ring rumors. Let’s get on with this interview.”
He was ignored by Glendon, whose eyes, bent on hers, were no longer mildly blue, but harsh and imperative. She was sure now that she had stumbled on something tremendous, something that would explain all that had baffled her. At the same time she thrilled to the mastery of his voice and gaze. Here was a male man who would take hold of life and shake out of it what he wanted.
“What round did the editor say?” Glendon reiterated his demand.
“For the love of Mike, Pat, stop this foolishness,” Stubener broke in.
“I wish you would give me a chance to answer,” Maud Sangster said.
“I guess I’m able to talk with Miss Sangster,” Glendon added. “You get out, Sam. Go off and take care of that photographer.”
They looked at each other for a tense, silent moment, then the manager moved slowly to the door, opened it, and turned his head to listen.