“How do you mean?”
Taggart felt his body stiffening.
“Fact is, I can’t write it.”
“Good gracious, man, any drivel will do, so long as it’s got a flavour of some sort to carry the name.”
Taggart swallowed.
“That’s it. Is it quite playing the game with the Public, sir?”
The chief seemed to loom larger suddenly.
“I don’t follow you, Taggart.”
Taggart blurted out: “I don’t want to write anyone else’s stuff in future, unless it’s just news or facts.”
The chief’s face grew very red.