"No. I thought I'd lost it. You see what it is?"
"Part of your book."
"Horatio's book."
"But you wrote it."
"Yes. That's what he fired me out for. He got tired of the thing and asked me to go on with it. He called it working up his material. I went on with it like that, and he wouldn't have it. He said it was badly written—jerky, short sentences—he'd have to re-write it. Well—I wouldn't let him do that, and he wouldn't have it as it stood."
"But—it's beautiful—alive and real. What more does he want?"
"The stamp of his personality."
"Oh, he'd stamp on it all right."
"I'm glad you like it."
"Like it. Don't you?"