If only I can get safe out of this city, I tell you I've got the greatest scoop that living man ever handled." "You don't mean that--" Dorward wiped his forehead and interrupted.
"It's the most amazing thing that ever happened," he declared, "but I've got it here in my pocket, got it in black and white, in the Chancellor's own handwriting." "Got what ?" "Why, what you and I, an hour ago, would have given a million for," Dorward replied.
Bellamy's expression was one of blank but wondering incredulity.
"You can't mean this, Dorward!" he exclaimed.

"You may have something--just what the Chancellor wants you to print.

You're not supposing for an instant that you've got the whole truth ?" Dorward's smile was the smile of certainty, his face that of a conqueror.
"Here in my pocket," he declared, striking his chest, "in the Chancellor's own handwriting.

I tell you I've got the original verbatim copy of everything that passed and was resolved upon this afternoon between the Czar of Russia, the Emperor of Austria and the Emperor of Germany.

I've got it word for word as the Chancellor took it down.