"I don't care about them."
"Well, I do. Before you know it, they'll be investigating you for Anti-Newspaper tendencies. What's the matter with you?"
"My God! Don't sound so gosh-awful righteous, Darius. You treat this newspaper business like a religion."
"Maybe I like being top-dog."
"So now you're going to get yourself killed. A sacrifice to the Headline God."
"Stop it," McLeod said. "I won't get killed if I can help it."
"And if Wainwright can help it too, is that the idea?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Sometimes I ... I hate you, Darius McLeod. That's what I'm talking about. They're going to kill someone else and change your face and let you work for the World." Tracy stood up and patted her lips with a napkin.
McLeod climbed to his feet too. "How did you know about that?"