The reception of the news by the other evening papers was most flattering.

One or two ignored it altogether, others alluded to it as a rumour, that it "alleged" so and so, and threw doubt on its truth, which was precisely what Mr.Stoneham wished them to do, as he was in a position to prove the accuracy of his statement.
Promptly, at five o'clock that afternoon a hansom containing Miss Jennie Baxter drove up to the side entrance of the _Daily Bugle_ office, and the young woman once more accosted the Irish porter, who again came out of his den to receive her.
"Miss Baxter ?" said the Irishman, half by way of salutation, and half by way of inquiry.

"Yes," said the girl.
"Well, Mr.Hardwick left strict orders with me that if ye came, or, rather, that _whin_ ye came, I was to conduct ye right up to his room at once." "Oh, that is very satisfactory," cried Miss Jennie, "and somewhat different from the state of things yesterday." "Indeed, and that's very true," said the porter, his voice sinking.
"To-day is not like yesterday at all, at all.

There's been great ructions in this office, mum; although what it's about, fly away with me if I know.

There's been ruunin' back and forrad, an' a plentiful deal of language used.