Hal turned and stumbled from the office.
Hardly knowing whither he went, he turned in at the first open door, which chanced to be Shearson's. There he sat until his self-control returned. As the aftermath of his anger there remained with him a grim determination. It was implicit in his voice, as he addressed Shearson, who walked in upon him.
"Cut out every line of medical from the paper."
"When?" gasped Shearson.
"Now. For to-morrow's paper."
"But, Mr. Surtaine—"
"Every—damned—line. And if any of it ever gets back, the man responsible loses his job."
"Yes, sir," said the cowed and amazed Shearson.
Hal returned to his sanctum, to find Ellis in his own place and Dr. Surtaine gone.
"Ellis, you put that motto on my desk."