They found it at last, and with beating hearts saw before them a building surmounted by a board, bearing in characters of gold the legend, _Rocket_ Newspaper Company, Limited.
The boys stood a moment outside, and the courage which had been slowly rising during the walk evaporated in an instant.

Ugly and grimy as the building was, it seemed to them like some fairy castle before which they shrank into insignificance.

A board inscribed, "Work-people's Entrance," with a hand on it pointing to a narrow side court, confronted them, and mechanically they turned that way.

Reginald did for a moment hesitate as he passed the editor's door, but it was no use.

The two boys turned slowly into the court, where, amid the din of machinery, and a stifling smell of ink and rollers, they found the narrow passage which conducted them to their destination.
A man at a desk half way down the passage intercepted their progress.
"Now, then, young fellows, what is it ?" "We want to see the manager, please," said Horace.
"No use to-day, my lad.