A Republic Without a President and Other w/ Direct link technology (A Classic Mystery Novel)

The ejaculator tipped his straw hat off with his left hand, let it roll upon the office floor, made a dab for a damp pocket handkerchief in his right pistol pocket, and stared at the yellow paper again. " Whew! I don't believe it!" he muttered. Then, aware that the keen eyes of the three- and-a-half-foot messenger boy were upon him, as if sizing him up for news, he stared at the telegram again, mumbled " It's a fake ! Great guns !" and rushed from the room. The messenger boy looked after the editor's retreating form with a knowing wink, as if the whole thing had been a special job put up by himself, whistled "Annie Rooney," took up a tattered copy of " Famous Quotations," laid it down again with an expression of mingled respect and scepticism, characteristic of his kind, and then swaggered out of the editorial sanctum.