"I do not care to see Mr. Stone," said Bobby. "But he wants to see you," persisted Sharpe. "In fact, he told me so this morning. I'm quite sure you would find it to your advantage to drop over there." "I shall never enter Mr. Stone's office until he has vacated it for good," said Bobby; "then I might be induced to come over and break up the furniture. If Stone wants to see me I'm keeping fairly regular office hours here." "It is not Mr. Stone's habit to go to other people," bluffed Sharpe, growing somewhat nervous; for it was one of Stone's traits not to forgive the failure of a mission. He had no use for extenuating circumstances, He never looked at anything in this world but results. Bobby took down the receiver of his house telephone. "I'd like to speak to Mr. Jolter, please," said he. Sharpe rose to go. "Just wait a moment, Mr. Sharpe," said Bobby peremptorily, and Sharpe stopped. "Jolter," he directed crisply, turning again to the 'phone, "kindly step into my office, will you?" A moment later, while Sharpe stood wondering, Jolter came in, and grinned as he noted Bobby's visitor. "Mr. Jolter," asked Bobby, "have we a good portrait of Mr. Sharpe?" Jolter, still grinning, stated that they had. "Have a three-column half-tone made of it for this evening's _Bulletin_." Sharpe fairly spluttered. "Mr. Burnit, if you print my picture in the _Bulletin_ connected with anything derogatory, I'll--I'll--" Bobby waited politely for a moment. "Go ahead, Mr. Sharpe," said he. "I'm interested to know just what you will do, because we're going to print the picture, connected with something quite derogatory. Now finish your threat." Sharpe gazed at him a moment, speechless with rage, and then stamped from the office. Jolter, quietly chuckling, turned to Bobby. "I guess you'll do," he commented. "If you last long enough you'll win." "Thanks," said Bobby dryly, and then he smiled. "Say, Jolter," he added, "it's bully fun being angry. I'm just beginning to realize what I have been missing all these years. Go ahead with Sharpe's picture and print anything you please about him. I guess you can secure enough material without going out of the office, and if you can't I'll supply you with some." Jolter looked at his watch and hurried for the door. Minutes were precious if he wanted to get that Sharpe cut made in time for the afternoon edition. At the door, however, he turned a bit anxiously. "I suppose you carry a gun, don't you?" "By no means," said Bobby. "Never owned one." "I'd advise you to get a good one at once," and Jolter hurried away. That evening's edition of the _Bulletin_ contained a beautiful half-tone of Mr. Sharpe. Above it was printed: "The _Bulletin's_ Rogues' Gallery," and beneath was the caption: "Hadn't this man better go, too?" CHAPTER XXIV EDITOR BURNIT DISCOVERS THAT HE IS FIGHTING AN ENTIRE CITY INSTEAD OF ONE MAN