I don't believe it! Am I seeing a ghost?" said a voice. Jim looked up, with food on his chin. A young man at the door was giving Jim an unpleasant smile. "Isn't that James J. Braddock?When I saw the name, I thought it must be a different guy." The man stepped into the room and took out a reporter's notebook."How's your right hand now, Jim?"Jim's eyes narrowed as he recognized the reporter. He said the man's name: "Sporty Lewis."Jim remembered what Lewis had written about his fight with Tommy Loughran. He repeated the reporter's words to himself:"Loughran destroyed the unskilled New Jersey fighter. The fight was a funeral with the body still breathing."Lewis saw the look in Jim's eyes and stopped smiling. "I don'tfight the fights, Braddock. I just write about them.