I'll have supper at the Club, and go up in the library and grind out copy for a while." "Condy," said Blix, "I think that diver's story is almost too good for 'The Times.' Why don't you write it and send it East?
Send it to the Centennial Company, why don't you?
They've paid some attention to you now, and it would keep your name in their minds if you sent the story to them, even if they didn't publish it.

Why don't you think of that ?" "Fine--great idea! I'll do that.

Only I'll have to write it out of business hours.

It will be extra work." "Never mind, you do it; and," she added, as he put her on the cable car, "keep your mind on that thirty-thousand-word story of adventure.
Good-by, Condy; haven't we had the jolliest day that ever was ?" "Couldn't have been better.

Good-by, Blix." Condy returned to his club., It was about six o'clock.