Greenough's brow, only to pass into unwrinkled blandness.
"Further, you will recognize that, for the protection of the paper, I
must have at call reporters ready to perform any emergency duty."
"Perfectly," agreed Banneker.
"Mr. Banneker," queried Mr. Greenough in a semi-purr, "are you too good
for your job?"
"Certainly."
For once the personification of city-deskness, secure though he was in
the justice of his position, was discomfited. "Too good for The Ledger?"
he demanded in protest and rebuke.
"Let me put it this way; I'm too good for any job that won't let me look
a man square between the eyes when I meet him on it."
"A dull lot of newspapers we'd have if all reporters took that view,"
muttered Mr. Greenough.
"It strikes me that what you've just said is the severest kind of an
indictment of the whole business, then," retorted Banneker.
"A business that is good enough for a good many first-class men, even
though you may not consider it so for you. Possibly being for the
time--for a brief time--a sort of public figure, yourself, has--"
"Nothing at all to do with it," interrupted the urbane reporter. "I've
always been this way. It was born in me."
"I shall consult with Mr. Gordon about this," said Mr.
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