"When?"
"Since nine o'clock this morning."
"With what idea?"
"Why, having bought a piece of property, I naturally want to know about it."
"Been through the plant yet? That's your property, too."
"No. I thought I'd find out more from the files. I've bought a newspaper, not a building."
The characteristic grunt with which Ellis favored his employer in reply to this seemed to have a note of approval in it.
"Well; now that you own the 'Clarion,'" he said after a pause, "what do you think of it?"
"It's yellow, and it's sensational, and—it's vulgar."
There was nothing complimentary in the other's snort this time.