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It had the effervescent quality which the reading public loves to associate with stage life and stage people . Beyond that , nothing . Banneker mailed it to Miss Westlake for typing , had a bath , and went to bed . At noon he was at The Ledger office , fresh , alert , and dispassionately curious to ascertain the next resolution of the mix-up between the paper and himself . Nothing happened ; at least , nothing indicative . Mr. Greenough 's expression was as flat and neutral as the desk over which he presided as he called Banneker 's name and said to him : `` Mr. Horace Vanney wishes to relieve his soul of some priceless information . Will you call at his office at two-thirty ? ''