“I’m a reporter; that’s why. Why queer your paper by writing American stuff on a German day!”
“Think that’s why my stuff was killed?” asked Robson, impressed.
“Ay-ah,” assented Galpin. “What did you think?”
“I thought perhaps it was n’t good enough.”
“Bunk!” said the downright Galpin. “You did n’t think it at all.”
“Well, I did n’t,” admitted his junior, reddening. “I read it over in proof. I think it’s dam’ good.”
“That’s the talk! Got a proof with you?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see.” Galpin leaned against a convenient railing, and proceeded to absorb, rather than read, the two-thirds column, with the practiced swiftness of his craft. “Ayah. You’re right,” he corroborated. “It is dam’ good.”
“But not good enough for The Record.”