"Have you got a minute to spare, kind sir ?" a voice asked.
Ingolby turned and saw Nathan Rockwell, the doctor.

"Ah, Rockwell," he responded cheerfully, "two minutes and a half, if you like! What is it ?" The Boss Doctor, as he was familiarly called by every one, to identify him from the newer importations of medical men, drew from his pocket a newspaper.
"There's an infernal lie here about me," he replied.

"They say that I--" He proceeded to explain the misstatement, as Ingolby studied the paper carefully, for Rockwell was a man worth any amount of friendship.
"It's a lie, of course," Ingolby said firmly as he finished the paragraph.

"Well ?" "Well, I've got to deal with it." "You mean you're going to deny it in the papers ?" "Exactly." "I wouldn't, Rockwell." "You wouldn't ?" "No.

You never can really overtake a newspaper lie.