'One Friday afternoon I went to the [italics] Daily Herald [end italics] office to call on a friend. As I entered the building a taxi stopped at the door and I found G. K. C. [G. K. Chesterton] by my side. "I have half an hour for my article," said he, rather breathlessly. "Wait here till I come back." The first sentence was addressed to himself, the second to the taxi-driver, but as we were now in the office the driver heard nothing. Chesterton called for a back file of the [italics] Daily Herald [end italics], sat down, lit a cigar and began to read some of his old articles. I watched him. Presently he smiled. Then he laughed. Then he leaned back in his chair and roared. "Good - oh, damned good!" exclaimed he. He turned to another article and frowned a little, but a third pleased him better. After a while he pushed the papers from him and sat a while in thought.'