“Who?”
“The most pestiferous public nuisance ever organized—Department of Justice.”
Dicky did not need to be warned against the bête noir. Its shadow was upon John Higgins’ face.
“I rather liked yesterday’s issue,” he said, “and they tell me that the next two numbers are practically made up.”
“You’ve been to the office then?”
“No. I called up from home at breakfast. That’s how I heard you were here. Just off ship last night——”
“Bert Ames got in three weeks ago. You were a long time coming——”
“My turn didn’t come—everybody dying to get home since the racket stopped.”
“Your paper’s alive, Dicky—that’s the best that can be said.”
“My paper——”