"Tell me about it," he said.
"There's nothing much to tell," said Bates. "They sold me out. They
wouldn't print it."
"But why didn't you take it elsewhere?" asked the other.
"Too late," said Bates; "the scoundrels--they never even let me
know!" He poured out his rage in a string of curses.
Then he told Montague the story.
"I was in here at half-past ten," he said, "and I reported to the
managing editor. He was crazy with delight, and told me to go
ahead--front page, double column, and all the rest. So Rodney and I
set to work. He did the interview, and I did all the embroidery--oh,
my God, but it was a story! And it was read, and went through; and
then an hour or two ago, just when the forms were ready, in comes
old Hodges--he's one of the owners, you know--and begins nosing
round. 'What's this?' he cries, and reads the story; and then he
goes to the managing editor. They almost had a fight over it. 'No
paper that I am interested in shall ever print a story like that!'
says Hodges; and the managing editor threatens to resign, but he
can't budge him.
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