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Rh "Short-sighted man. Well, my dear girl, here's all I can do for you. Go on working on this line of yours. If you get anything—anything that's publishable—send it along and you shall have your chance. There's always room for real talent on the Daily Budget. But you've got to make good first. See?"

I thanked him, and apologized for my methods.

"Don't mention it. I rather like cheek—from a pretty girl. By the way, you said two minutes and you've been three, allowing for interruptions. For a woman, that's quite remarkable! Must be your scientific training."

I was in the street again, breathing hard as though I had been running. I found Lord Nasby rather wearing as a new acquaintance.