"
"Don't forget that we meet to-night in Charles Street," Tallente
reminded them, as he shook hands.
"Trust Nora," Dartrey replied. "She has been looking forward to it
every day."
"I now," Tallente said, as he took up his hat and stick, "am going to
confront an editor."
"You are going to try and get me a copy of the article?"
Tallente nodded.
"I am going to try. If my suspicions are correct, you shall have it in
twenty-four hours."
Tallente, however, spent a somewhat profitless morning, and it was only
by chance in the end that he succeeded in his quest. He strolled into
the lounge at the Sheridan Club to find the man he sought the centre of
a little group. Greetings were exchanged, cocktails drunk, and as soon
as an opportunity occurred Tallente drew his quarry on one side.
"Greening," he said, "if you are not in a hurry, could I have a word
with you before lunch?"
"By all means," the other replied. "We'll go into the smoking room."
They strolled off together, followed by more than one pair of curious
eyes. An interview between the editor of the daily journal having the
largest circulation in Great Britain and Tallente, possible dictator of
a new party in politics, was not without its dramatic interest.
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