Arthurpressedhishand，andafteramoment’ssilencewenton，“Yousay，Tom，youwanttopleasetheDoctor。Now，doyouwanttopleasehimbywhathethinksyoudo，orbywhatyoureallydo？“
“BywhatIreallydo，ofcourse。“
“Doeshethinkyouusecribsandvulgus-books？“
Tomfeltatoncethathisflankwasturned，buthecouldn’tgivein。“HewasatWinchesterhimself，“saidhe；“heknowsallaboutit。“
“Yes；butdoeshethinkyouusethem？Doyouthinkheapprovesofit？“