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A decorous silence reigned in The Record office, for the hour of clanking presses was not yet. There were the green shades throwing little pools of light upon the tables where a dozen or so of pale-faced men worked feverishly. Here was one scoring rapidly with the pencil, another writing furiously, whilst a third was doing desperate things with a whole basketful of telegrams. The orderly hurry of it all seemed to please Spencer as he moved through the building on his way to his own room.
He looked straight, well set up, and pleased with himself this evening. The haggard look had gone from his eyes, his head was erect with the carriage of a man who not only dares great things, but generally accomplishes them.