There's a stack of copy paper there.

Write it briefly and crisply, and, for delicacy's sake, leave out all that relates to Mrs.Cantwell.

No use in dragging a woman into a hazing scrape." Dick went over to the desk, picking up a pen.

For the fist three or four minutes he sat staring at the paper, the desk, the floor, the wall and the street door.

But Mr.Pollock paid no heed to him.