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Chapter I.
The managing editor of the New York Argus sat at his desk with a deep frown on his face, looking out from under his shaggy eyebrows at the young man who had just thrown a huge fur overcoat on the back of one chair, while he sat down himself on another.
‘I got your telegram,‘ began the editor. ‘Am I to understand from it that you have failed?‘
‘Yes, sir,‘ answered the young man, without the slightest hesitation.
‘Completely?‘
‘Utterly.‘
‘Didn‘t you even get a synopsis of the documents?‘
‘Not a hanged synop.‘
The editor‘s frown grew deeper. The ends of his fingers drummed nervously on the desk.
‘You take failure rather jauntily, it strikes me,‘ he said at last.
‘What‘s the use of taking it any other way? I have the consciousness of knowing that I did my best.‘
‘Um, yes. It‘s a great consolation, no doubt, but it doesn‘t count in the newspaper business. What did you do?‘
‘I received your telegram at M
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