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>>> Posted by Admin - 01/01/2012 - 0 CommentsI caught fire from my friends enthusiasm, and late one night, just when I had finished a long notice of a new play, I overheard the night editor regretting to one of the sub-editors that news of a particularly horrible murder in 112Stepney had just reached the office when all the reporters were out on duty. Let me go! I urged. But you are in evening dress, he objected. Never mind; send me off. And ten minutes later I was being rushed in a taxi-cab at full speed to Stepney. I found the scene of the murdera mean little house in a mean little street. Outside the house was a crowd of eager loafers, a score of reporters, and as many policemen, who, refusing to be bribed, kept us all in the street without news. However, such was my enthusiasm that I alone of all the reporters got into the house and into the cellar where the wretched woman had been butchered to death three hours earlier. I drew a hasty plan of the underground floor, interviewed a sister of the murdered woman, obtained full particulars, and then jumped into the taxi-cab to return to the office. Within an hour of leaving my desk I was back again, and in another twenty minutes I had ready as vivid and thrilling a story as ever I hope to write. Knowing that the paper was on the point of going to press, I did not, as I ought to have done, hand my copy to one of the sub-editors, but took it straight to the machines. Whilst I was waiting for a proof, I was summoned to my editors room. He was frowning, and he looked very much perturbed.

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>>> Posted by Admin - 01/01/2012 - 0 CommentsHe looked away from me meaningly.

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