"I think I'm the best judge of that."
"I said—for the editor of The Planet."
"For the editor of The Planet then, why not?"
"Ours is a poor but honest paper," said Maddox with his devilish twinkle.
"I don't see how I can very well be the editor of The Planet so long as it insists on shying a dead cat every week at the editor of Metropolis."
"We have never mentioned the editor of Metropolis. Still—if you can induce Rankin to give up his little jest—the cat is certainly very dead by this time."
"He'll have to give it up if you make me editor."
"You'd better tell him so."
"I shall."
"All right, Rickets; only wait till you are editor. Then you can put as much side on as you like."