“We do.”
“Declined, with the editor’s thanks.”
Mr. Bausch’s neck showed signs of swelling beyond the confines of his collar. “You refuse to accebd the rebre-sentations of this commiddee?” he inquired, with a thickening accent.
“Don’t know. Let’s hear ’em.”
The chairman produced from the official pocket a document which he proceeded to render vocally. It was quite grave and awful in verbiage, and there was a great deal of it, rising through a spiral of whereas-es to a climax of denunciation. At the conclusion the editor held out his hand.
“If you please.”
“You want this?” queried Mr. Bausch doubtfully. “What for?”
“For to-morrow’s paper.”
“You wish to publish it? Why?”
A glint appeared in Jeremy’s eye. “It’s so prettily worded,” he explained with sweet simplicity.