"That's as may be. What did it amount to, anyway? Nothing. Yet it almost ruined Old Home Week."
"Naturally you don't want the Centennial Home Week endangered. But we don't want the health of the city endangered."
"'We.' Who's we?"
"Well, the 'Clarion.'"
"Don't work the guardian-of-the-people game on me, my boy. And don't worry about the city's health. If this starts to spread we'll take measures."
By no means satisfied with this interview, McGuire Ellis left the Certina plant, and almost ran into Dr. Elliot, whom he hailed, for he had the faculty of knowing everybody.
"Not doing any doctoring nowadays, are you?"
"No," retorted the other. "Doing any sickening, yourself?"
Ellis grinned. "It's despairing weariness that makes me look this way. I'm up against a tougher job than old Diogenes. I'm looking for an honest doctor."
"You fish in muddy waters," commented his acquaintance, glancing up at the Certina Building.