Passing unchallenged through the long corridor that led to
Lakely's office, he caught a fresh impression of action and
vitality from the click of the tape machines in the
subeditors' office, and a glimpse through the open door of the
subeditors themselves, each occupied with his particular task;
then without time for further observation he found himself at
Lakely's door. Without waiting to knock, as he had felt
compelled to do on the one or two previous occasions that
business had brought him there, he immediately turned the
handle and entered the room.
Editors' offices differ but little in general effect.
Lakely's surroundings were rather more elaborate than is
usual, as became the dignity of the oldest Tory evening paper,
but the atmosphere was unmistakable. As Loder entered he
glanced up from the desk at which he was sitting, but
instantly returned to his task of looking through and marking
the pile of early evening editions that were spread around
him. His coat was off and hung on the chair behind him, axed
he pulled vigorously on a long cigar.
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