Peter ran his eye over the lines. Reported in the common form of a local scribe it read like a drunken brawl.
"Were you tight?" asked Marbury briefly.
"No, I was not tight," Peter snapped. "Look here, Marbury," he continued, "this wasn't a picnic. It was damn serious."
"Serious?"
"It was a protest."
"This is interesting," said Marbury. "What was it about?"
"It was a protest," Peter declared with high dignity, "against the censorship of stage plays."
Marbury looked at Peter for a moment. Then went into peals of laughter. Peter looked at him intending to kill.
"Don't be angry, Peter. I don't often laugh. But this is funny."