"Why, Mr. Vane runs the 'Banner.' Mr. Ford owns the 'Press.' The 'Telegram'—let me see—"
"No; no; no," cried Ellis, waving his hands in front of his face. "I don't mean the different papers. I mean all of 'em. The 'Clarion,' with the others."
"Nobody runs them all, surely."
"Three men run them all; Pierce, Gibbs, and Hollenbeck."
"E.M. Pierce?"
"Elias Middleton Pierce."
"I had luncheon with him yesterday, and with Mr. Gibbs—"
"Ah! That's where you got your notions about the strike."
"—and neither of them spoke of any newspaper interests."
"Catch them at it! They're the Publication Committee of the Retail Dry Goods Union."