The door to the right hand, which doubtless led into the waiting-room, where the dozen men were patiently sitting, was closed.

The opposite door, which led into Mr.Hardwick's office, was partly open.

Miss Baxter sat down near the third door, the one by which she had entered from the passage, ready to intercept the flying editor, should he attempt to escape.
In the editor's room someone was walking up and down with heavy footfall, and growling in a deep voice that was plainly audible where Miss Jennie sat.

"You see, Alder, it's like this," said the voice.

"Any paper may have a sensation every day, if it wishes; but what I want is accuracy, otherwise our sheet has no real influence.