“Do what?”
“Quit.”
“Who told you I was considering it?”
“Nobody. I knew it was about time for you to reach that point. We all do—at certain times.”
“Why?”
“Disenchantment. Disillusionment. Besides, I hear the city desk has been horsing you.”
“Then some one has been blabbing.”
“Oh, those things ooze out. Can’t keep ’em in. Besides, all city desks do that to cubs who come up too fast. It’s part of the discipline. Like hazing.”
“There are some things a man can’t do,” said Banneker with a sort of appeal in his voice.
“Nothing,” returned Edmonds positively. “Nothing he can’t do to get the news.”