I think we've met before, when I was a reporter on the Republic." The Pittsburgh millionaire made a pretense, of annoyance.
"Really!" he protested irritably, "you reporters butt in everywhere.

No public man is safe.

Is there no place we can go where you fellows won't annoy us ?" "You can go to the devil for all I care," said Philip, "or even to Pittsburgh!" He saw the waiter bearing down upon him with the imitation cocktail, and moved to meet it.

The millionaire, fearing the reporter would escape him, hastily changed his tone.

He spoke with effective resignation.
"However, since you've learned so much," he said, "I'll tell you the whole of it.