He broke off.
"Well, that's what I wanted to say, anyway," he concluded.
Psmith looked at him reproachfully.
"Are you trying to sack me, Comrade Windsor?"
"How's that?"
"In various treatises on 'How to Succeed in Literature,'" said Psmith sadly, "which I have read from time to time, I have always found it stated that what the novice chiefly needed was an editor who believed in him. In you, Comrade Windsor, I fancied that I had found such an editor."
"What's all this about?" demanded Billy. "I'm making no kick about your work."
"I gathered from your remarks that you were anxious to receive my resignation."
"Well, I told you why. I didn't want you be black-jacked."
"Was that the only reason?"