"You have no sick relative," proceeded Mrs. Waddington, though her tone suggested the opinion that anyone related to him had good reason to be sick. "You are here because you are writing a scurrilous report of what happened this afternoon at my house for a gutter rag called 'Town Gossip.'"
"With which is incorporated 'Broadway Whispers' and 'Times Square Tattle,'" murmured the butler, absently.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
Ferris raised his eyebrows.
"I venture to take issue with you, madam. The profession of journalism is an honourable one. Many very estimable men have written for the Press. Horace Greeley," said Ferris, specifying. "Delane...."
"Bah!"
"Madam?"
"But we will go into that later."
"Very good, madam."
"Meanwhile, I wish you to accompany me to the roof...."