you investigate? Instead of that, like a fool, you rushed off to Master's room, did you, and left that in the paper. Didn't you know any better than to rush off to that besotted hound?"
"You don't think, do you," cried Hunt, "that I was going to let him kill himself if I could help it?"
"That was none of your business," retorted Conant. "You should have investigated. You're responsible for what goes into the paper. You don't think, do you, that I hired you as Master s keeper?"
"No," cried Hunt, I don't—Cain."
Conant paid no attention. The bell rang and the copy-box clattered down with the proof of Conant s editorial article. Conant jumped for it, and looked through it rapidly. " Here," he said to Somers, "scratch out what s said about the April fool, and add a few words about the death: say, the most charitable view is that his lies were the result of insanity. And send a revised proof to all the papers."
