At that time Louis Joseph Vance was writing for _The Popular Magazine_, among others, and Edwards met him in Mr. Lewis' office. As Edwards was leaving, after outlining a novelette and receiving a commission to write it, he paused with one hand on the door-knob. "I'll turn in the story, Mr. Lewis," said he, "and I hope you'll like it and buy it." "Of course he'll like it and buy it," called out Vance. "You're going to write it for him, aren't you?" "Why, yes," returned Edwards, "but--" "You're not a peddler," interrupted Vance, "to write stuff and go hawking it about from office to office. We're writers, and when we know what a man wants _we deliver the goods_." This was before the days of "The Brass Bowl" and "_Terence O'Rourke_," but already Vance had found himself and was striking the key-note of confidence. _Confidence_--that's the word. Back it up with fair ability and the writer will go far. From _The Popular's_ editorial rooms Edwards went up Fifth avenue for a call on the editor of _The Argosy_. Much to his disappointment Mr. White was out of town for New Year's and would not return until the following week. The story which Edwards had presented to Mr. Lewis in its oral and tabloid form was one that had been written in 1903 and turned down by Mr. White. Before offering the manuscript to _The Popular_, Edwards intended to rewrite it and strengthen it. A typewriter was ordered sent over to the St. George Hotel, and on Jan. 3 the rewriting of the novelette was begun. The story was called "The Highwayman's Waterloo," or something to that effect. On the following day twenty-four pages of the manuscript were submitted to Mr. Lewis, won his approval, and the rewriting proceeded. Two chapters of a serial were also offered to Mr. White for examination. The story was called "The Skirts of Chance," and had been begun before Edwards left home. During 1902 and '03 Edwards had worked, at odd times, on what he designed to be a "high-class" juvenile story. It was 60,000 words in length, when completed in the Summer of 1903, and in September he had submitted it to Dodd, Mead & Company. Not having heard from the story, on this January day that saw him passing out fragments of manuscripts to _The Popular_ and _The Argosy_ he went on farther up Fifth avenue and dropped in to ask D., M. & Co., how "Danny W.," was fareing at the hands of their readers. He was told that five readers had examined the story and that it was then in the hands of the sixth! Some of the readers--and this came to him privately--had turned in a favorable report. Because of this, the author of "Danny W.," went back to Brooklyn considerably elated. It would be an honor indeed to have the book break through such a formidable brigade of readers and get into the catalogue of the good old house of Dodd, Mead & Company.