The Stolen Story
He's liable to wake up any moment. Understand?"
Haskill put in, "Catch everyone as he comes into the office and put him on to the thing."
It was unnecessary to say anything more to Jones. He was a newspaper man. He hurried toward the gate where a couple of reporters were entering the room.
"Now, Haskill," said Stone, "you go around and tell all the desk men in the office. And Mr. Harwood, will you please"
But Stone broke off abruptly.
"Heavens!" whispered Haskill.
Woods had arisen from his chair and was looking straight up at them. Then he turned and walked rapidly down the room toward the gate.
Stone and Haskill and Harwood bolted down on tiptoe after him. But he wheeled off to the right, passed the newspaper files, stepped up to the water-cooler and filled a glass. He always looked around the room before getting a drink and they ought to have remembered it. They did now. Haskill was turning over an afternoon paper,
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