Bellamy, King's Spy, and Dorward, journalist, known to fame in every English-speakingcountry, stood before the double window of their spacious sitting-room, looking down upon thethoroughfare beneath. Both men were laboring under a bitter sense of failure. Bellamy's face wasdark with forebodings; Dorward was irritated and nervous. Failure was a new thing to him-athing which those behind the great journals which he represented understood less, even,...