He sat down.
Jeremy turned to his fellow reporter, with questioning eyes.
“Knock-out,” said Galpin.
“Criminal charge, is n’t it?”
“Guess so. Anyhow, it’s good-bye Guardian. So far as Wymett’s concerned, anyway. The crooked hound!”
“Did n’t you know he was doing their dirty work?”
“I knew he took orders. I didn’t know he took money. We all take orders. You’ll take orders when you suppress this story.”
“Can it be suppressed?”
“It’s got to be. Honor of the profession and all that sort of thing. Let’s get out. I want some air.”
Outside they walked along for a block, before either spoke. Jeremy said: “Andy, how’s this going to affect you?”