"I want the truth, please, without quibbling." The voice was harsh and cold, and inexorably compelling. "Why were those paragraphs not shown to me?"
She winked away her tears.
"Because I was sure you'd blue-pencil them out of existence. And a genuine bit of news is such a roc's egg in these times of scarcity."
"Genuine!"
There was incredulity in the tone.
"Upon my honour as the wife of a British Dragoon."
He said crisply:
"Precipitate publication, even of authentic information, is likely to be resented by the persons concerned."
She remembered, with a sinking at the heart, that one person concerned had already objected.
"Both of them authorised the insertion."