"You pestiferous gnats insisted on grabbing the ball," he sneered. "Now let's see you run with it."
Bundy came out of his trance. "What a story!" he yelled. "We'll plaster it...."
"Yeah," Garlock said, dryly. "What a story. Exactly."
"Oh." Bundy deflated suddenly. "You'll have to prove it—demonstrate it—of course."
"Of course? You tickle me. Not only do I not have to prove it, I won't. I won't even confirm it."
Bundy glared at Garlock, then whirled on Banks. "If you don't give me this in shape to use, you'll never get another line or mention anywhere!"
"Oh, no?" For the first time in his professional life Banks gloated, openly and avidly. "From now on, my friend, who is in the saddle? Who is going to come to whom? Oh, brother!"
When the fuming newsmen had gone, Garlock said, "It'll
