"Yes."
"From 'Want' to 'Get' the road runs rocky," said the senior Surtaine whimsically.
"I've just come from removing a few of the rocks at the 'Clarion' office."
"Go down to lick the editor?" Dr. Surtaine's eyes twinkled.
"There may have been some such notion in the back of my head."
"Expensive exercise. Did you do it?"
"No. He had a club."
"If I were running a slander-machine like the 'Clarion' I'd want six-inch armor-plate and a quick-fire battery. Well, what did you do?"
"Bought the paper."
"You needn't have gone down town to do that. It comes to the office."