"'Stuff colorless. Don't allow admiration warp judgment.' Can you beat that?"
"He thinks you've surrendered to Murray, like all the others."
"I hate him!" cried Eliza. "I detest him!"
"Who? O'Neil or Drake?"
"Both. Mr. O'Neil for putting me in the position of a traitor, and Drake for presuming to rewrite my stuff. I'm going to resign, and I'm going to leave Omar before Murray O'Neil comes back."
"Don't be a quitter, Sis. If you throw up the job the paper will send somebody who will lie about us to suit the policy of the office. Show 'em where they're wrong; show 'em what this country needs. You have your magazine stories to write."
Eliza shook her head. "Bother the magazines and the whole business! I'm thinking about Mr. O'Neil. I—I could cry. I suppose I'll have to stay and explain to him, but—then I'll go home."
"No! You'll stay right here and go through with this thing. I need you."
"You? What for?"
"You can perform a great and a signal service for your loving brother. He's in terrible trouble!"