He had visited Skinner's Opera House and had examined the fire-extinguishers where they sat, each on its bracket.
"Hewlitt," he said, "when you told Doc about the fire-extinguishers did you tell him they were lung-testers ?" The little book agent stared at the editor.
"I never told," he exclaimed.

"I have never said a word to Doc Weaver, nor to anyone about them.

Not a word.

I have kept it as sacred as the secret of the Man in the Iron Mask, a full account of whom, together with a wood cut, is given on page 231, together with 'All the World's Famous Mysteries,' this being but one feature of Jarby's----" "All right," said the editor.

"And you never told him about the graft ?" The blank amazement on the book agent's face was sufficient answer.
"I've got to go out," said the editor.