“It was clever.”
There was no warmth in the tone. Rather a reluctant relinquishment of disbelief.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“I did not like it. I hated it.”
“Oh, that’s the personal view,” he said indulgently. “Perhaps.”
“The Bellair Journal has offered me a job on the strength of it.”
“Were you obliged to take that—what is the term—that assignment?”
“A reporter takes what is handed out to him.”
“I suppose so. That would be the danger. I should fear that.”
“Fear what? I can’t imagine you fearing anything.”