'He's heard, of course?' he said.
'Everything, I'm afraid.'
'How? I suppose that cow of a Wisbeach woman went and sneaked to him?'
'No. It was in the paper after all. The local paper. He got it out of that.'
'Oh, hell! I'd forgotten that.'
Ravelston produced from his coat pocket a folded copy of a bi– weekly paper. It was one that they took in at the shop because Mr McKechnie advertised in it—Gordon had forgotten that. He opened it. Gosh! What a splash! It was all over the middle page.
BOOKSELLER'S ASSISTANT FINED
MAGISTRATE'S SEVERE STRICTURE
'DISGRACEFUL FRACAS'
There were nearly two columns of it. Gordon had never been so famous before and never would be again. They must have been very hard up for a bit of news. But these local papers have a curious notion of patri
