Sheridan waited until he heard the sound of the outer door closing; then he rose and pushed a tiny disk set in the wall.

Jackson appeared.
"Has Bibbs got home from work ?" "Mist' Bibbs?
No, suh." "Tell him I want to see him, soon as he comes." "Yessuh." Sheridan returned to his chair and fixed his attention fiercely upon the newspaper.

He found it difficult to pursue the items beyond their explanatory rubrics--there was nothing unusual or startling to concentrate his attention: "Motorman Puts Blame on Brakes.

Three Killed when Car Slides." "Burglars Make Big Haul." "Board Works Approve Big Car-line Extension." "Hold-up Men Injure Two.

Man Found in Alley, Skull Fractured." "Sickening Story Told in Divorce Court." "Plan New Eighteen-story Structure." "School-girl Meets Death under Automobile." "Negro Cuts Three.