“Arn, I’ve been thinking about a very interesting possibility.”
“Well, make it short, and get in there and write your story!”
“I’ve been thinking,” continued Billy meditatively, “over what an interesting situation it would make if the super-masculine editor of the Express should fall in love with the lady law——”
Bruce sprang up.
“Confound you, Billy! If I don’t crack that empty little——”
But Billy, tilted back in his chair, held out his cigarette case imperturbably.
“Take one, Arn. You’ll find them very soothing for the nerves.”
“You impertinent little pup, you!” He grabbed Billy by his long hair, held him a moment—then grinned affectionately and took a cigarette. “You’re the worst ever!” He dropped back into his chair. “Now shut up!”
“All right. But speaking impersonally, and with the unemotional aloofness of a critic, you’ll have to admit that it would make a good dramatic situation.”
“Blast you!” cried the editor. “Shall I fire you, or chuck you through the window?”