Question!

           WhatwiththephysicalshocksincidentaltomyfirstinterviewwithProfessorChallengerandthementaloneswhichaccompaniedthesecond,IwasasomewhatdemoralizedjournalistbythetimeIfoundmyselfinEnmoreParkoncemore.Inmyachingheadtheonethoughtwasthrobbingthattherereallywastruthinthisman’sstory,thatitwasoftremendousconsequence,andthatitwouldworkupintoinconceivablecopyfortheGazettewhenIcouldobtainpermissiontouseit.Ataxicabwaswaitingattheendoftheroad,soIsprangintoitanddrovedowntotheoffice.McArdlewasathispostasusual.

           "Well,"hecried,expectantly,"whatmayitrunto?I’mthinking,youngman,youhavebeeninthewars.Don’ttellmethatheassaultedyou."

           "Wehadalittledifferenceatfirst."

           "Whatamanitis!Whatdidyoudo?"

           "Well,hebecamemorereasonableandwehadachat.ButIgotnothingoutofhim—nothingforpublication."

           "I’mnotsosureaboutthat.Yougotablackeyeoutofhim,andthat’sforpublication.Wecan’thavethisreignofterror,Mr.Malone.Wemustbringthemantohisbearings.I’llhavealeaderetteonhimtomorrowthatwillraiseablister.JustgivemethematerialandIwillengagetobrandthefellowforever.ProfessorMunchausen—how’sthatforaninsetheadline?SirJohnMandevilleredivivus—Cagliostro—alltheimpostersandbulliesinhistory.I’llshowhimupforthefraudheis."

           "Iwouldn’tdothat,sir."