The visitor resumed his seat.
“Do you read your own paper?”
“Every word of it, every day.”
“Then you see an occasional editorial about your humble servant.”
“Yes.” Jeremy began to feel uncomfortable. The Record’s editorial attitude toward the Honorable Martin Embree was, to put it mildly, unsympathetic. “I was surprised to see you in the office,” he added bluntly.
“Did you think I was as thin-skinned as that?” Embree’s smile was good-humor itself. “Politically, Farley is my enemy. Personally, we get along pleasantly. In his heart he knows I’m right,” announced the Senator from the Northern Tier, with calm assurance.
“Then why does n’t he say so?”
“He’s only a hired man.”
“He’s editor-in-chief.”
“By title. The real boss is Clarence Ensign.”