"Now, sir," the merchant demanded somewhat sharply, "what do you want with me?
You have been here three or four times, I understand.
What do you want ?" "We are not alone," the young man answered, glancing at Henry.
"State your business or get out." "Well, it's rather a delicate matter, sir, and I didn't want anything to do with it, but we don't always have our own way, you know.

Er--the editor of the paper"-- "What paper ?" "The _Weekly Call_.

The editor sent me with instructions to ask you if this is true ?" He handed a proof-slip to the merchant, and Henry saw Witherspoon's face darken as he read it.

The next moment the great merchant stormed: "There isn't a word of truth in it.

It is an infamous lie from start to finish." "I told him I didn't think it was true," said the young man, "but he talked as if he believed it; remarked that you never advertised with him anyway." "Advertise with him! Why, I didn't know until this minute that such a paper existed.