Then, finally, Dick began to write.

As he wrote a grin came to his face.

That grin broadened as he wrote on.

At last he took the pages over to Mr.Pollock.
"I don't suppose that's what you want," he said, his face very red, "but the main facts are all there." Laying down his own pen Mr.Pollock read rapidly but thoughtfully.
The editor began to laugh again.

Then he laid down the last sheet.
"Prescott, that's well done.