"What's this, I'd like to know?
What does this mean?
All telegraphic communication west of Chicago has suddenly stopped, and from half a dozen points in the Southern States news is coming in that railway service is being interrupted! See here, Waldron, this won't do! Your part of the business has always been to carry on the publicity end, the newspaper end, the moulding of public opinion and political thought, _and_ the maintenance of free, clear rail and aero communication everywhere, all over the world.

But now, all at once, see here ?" Waldron raised red, bleared eyes at his irate partner.

He, too, was more the beast than four years ago.

No less the tiger, now, but more the pig.
High, evil living had done its work on him.

An unhealthy purple suffused his heavily-jowled face.