The Stolen Story
looked straight back at him. It was the only thing to do. The mere lowering of his eyes might kill the grandest beat of the year.
By telepathy, perhaps, nearly everyone in the room let go his work for the moment and was now watching these two smile at each other. The whole room held its breath as it saw Stone stop, close beside Woods. Its heart ceased beating as it heard him ask, "How much more of this is there, Woods?" It was his normal tone, too.
"Oh, well, I'm over half through, I think." It was the first time in four days, for some of them, that Woods's voice had been heard. It was quite natural.
"Hurry it along," said Stone, and then he had the audacity to hold out his hand.
"Yes, sir," said Billy, and from force of habit handed Stone the written sheets of copy, then leaned over and started in writing intensely again, and The Day staff thanked Heaven.
When Stone reached the desk Haskill looked admiringly at him a moment before saying, "My! you've got nerve."
"He's as safe as a man without a mem-
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