The Stolen Story
bound volume of the Tribune with the other, while two office boys were hastily stacking up other dusty volumes before him. Stone, at the other end of the room, was mopping his brow.
A few minutes later the gate clicked and the managing editor himself came hurrying into the office. He had been dining out. Stone dived at him.
The managing editor showed no astonishment, because nothing ever astonished him, but at the conclusion he whispered, gravely, "Say, Stone, perhaps I'd better hide in the closet. Woods may look up and wonder at my dress suit."
Stone, who was watching Woods like a delicate machine, growled abstractedly to his superior: "Talk to Haskill," and ran to Billy, saying: "Better say something now about future possibilities—you know what I mean."
Woods bobbed his head. "Here's another batch," he said.
Stone brought the copy back to where Mr. Manning and Haskill were standing. " Just look at that good English," he whispered,
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