“Ah! Who fired her?” Clancy’s inquiry sounded most matter-of-fact.
“The boss, of course.”
“Why?”
“Well—this newspaper stuff. He didn’t like it.”
“He told you so?”
“Yes. That is—the department is a bit crowded. He—er—asked me—Well, we reckoned we could do without her.”
“I see. Go on.”
“So I just came up-town, meanin’ to talk things over, an’ find her a new job, but she took it all wrong.”
Clancy whirled around on Carshaw. Evidently he had heard enough from Fowle.
“And you?” he snapped.