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Jennie Baxter, Journalist by Robert Barr
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the strate, which is unlikely. As I've told ye, there's twelve men now
waitin' for him in the big room. Beyont that room there's another one,
an' beyont that again is Mr. Hardwick's office. Now, it's as much as my
place is worth, mum, to put ye in that room beyont the one where the
men are waitin'; but, to tell you the truth, miss," said the Irishman,
lowering his voice, as if he were divulging office secrets, "Mr.
Hardwick, who is a difficult man to deal with, sometimes comes through
the shmall room, and out into the passage whin he doesn't want to see
anyone at all, at all, and goes out into the strate, leavin' everybody
waitin' for him. Now I'll put ye into this room, and if the editor tries
to slip out, then ye can speak with him; but if he asks ye how ye got
there, for the sake of hiven don't tell him I sint ye, because that's
not my duty at all, at all."

"Indeed, I won't tell him how I got there; or, rather, I'll say I came
there by myself; so all you need to do is to show me the door, and there
won't need to be any lies told.

"True for ye, an' a very good idea. Well, miss, then will ye just come
up the stairs with me? It's the fourth door down the passage."

Miss Jennie beamed upon the susceptible Irishman a look of such melting
gratitude that the man, whom bribery had often attempted to corrupt in
vain, was her slave for ever after. They went up the stairs together, at
the head of which the porter stood while Miss Baxter went down the long
passage and stopped at the right door; Ryan nodded and disappeared.

Miss Baxter opened the door softly and entered. She found the room not
too brilliantly lighted, containing a table and several chairs. The door
to the right hand, which doubtless led into the waiting-room, where the
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