In the very first office he caught a wretched clerk eating sardine sandwiches.
Without a moment's hesitation he took the sandwiches and threw them through the window.
"Do you suppose I pay you to come and eat your filthy sandwiches here ?" he asked savagely.

"There, now you can go and look for them; and see you here: you needn't trouble to come back, you idle, worthless fellow.

Off you go! and remember you need not send to me for a character.

Now then--double quick!" The unfortunate departed, feebly remonstrating, and Meeson, having glared around at the other clerks and warned them that unless they were careful--very careful--they would soon follow in his tracks, continued his course of devastation.
Presently he met an editor, No.

7 it was, who was bringing him an agreement to sign.