It seemed to him without exception the most frightful
production he had ever seen. It appalled him.
"This is awful," he moaned. "We shall have a hundred libel actions."
"Oh, no, that's all right. It's all fake stuff, tho the public doesn't
know it. If you stuck to real scandals you wouldn't get a par. a week.
A more moral set of blameless wasters than the blighters who constitute
modern society you never struck. But it reads all right, doesn't it? Of
course, every now and then one does hear something genuine, and then it
goes in. For instance, have you ever heard of Percy Pook, the bookie? I
have got a real ripe thing in about Percy this week, the absolute
limpid truth. It will make him sit up a bit. There, just under your
thumb."
Roland removed his thumb, and, having read the paragraph in question,
started as if he had removed it from a snake.
"But this is bound to mean a libel action!" he cried.
"Not a bit of it," said Mr. Petheram comfortably. "You don't know
Percy. I won't bore you with his life-history, but take it from me he
doesn't rush into a court of law from sheer love of it.
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