We don't want him hanging on our throat for the next week or two." Ten minutes later the splendid, two-thousand guinea motor brougham drew up at the offices of the _Judge_ and the obsequious motor-footman bowed Major Vernon through its rather grimy doorway.

Within, a small boy in a kind of box asked his business, and when he heard his name, said that the "Guvnor" had sent down word that he was go up at once--third floor, first to the right and second to the left.

So up he went, and when he reached the indicated locality was taken possession of by a worried-looking clerk who had evidently been waiting for him, and almost thrust through a door to find himself in a big, worn, untidy room.

At a huge desk in this room sat an elderly man, also big, worn, and untidy-looking, who waved a long slip of galley-proof in his hand, and was engaged in scolding a sub-editor.
"Who is that ?" he said, wheeling round.

"I'm busy, can't see anyone." "I beg your pardon," answered the Major with humility, "your people told me to come up.