“You mean—you are going to print this?” she stammered.
“Didn’t I say so!” he answered sharply.
“Then you really had nothing to do with Mr. Blake’s——”
“Oh, hell! I beg pardon. But this is no time for explanations. Come, come”—he rapped his desk with his knuckles—“don’t you know what getting out an extra is? Every second is worth half your lifetime. Out with the story!”
Katherine sank rather weakly into her chair, beginning to see new things in this face she had so lately loathed.
“The fact of the matter is,” she confessed, “I guess I stated my information a little more definitely than it really is.”
“You mean you haven’t the facts?”
“I’m afraid not. Not yet.”
“Nothing definite I could hinge a story on?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t come prepared for—for things to take this turn. It would spoil everything to have this made public before I had my case worked up.”