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"
But
it
wasn
’
t
true
,
not
a
word
of
what
he
wrote
,
"
Martin
went
on
,
confining
his
attention
to
Brissenden
.
"
It
was
just
in
a
general
way
a
description
,
you
understand
,
"
the
cub
ventured
,
"
and
besides
,
it
’
s
good
advertising
.
That
’
s
what
counts
.
It
was
a
favor
to
you
.
"
"
It
’
s
good
advertising
,
Martin
,
old
boy
,
"
Brissenden
repeated
solemnly
.
"
And
it
was
a
favor
to
me
—
think
of
that
!
"
was
Martin
’
s
contribution
.
"
Let
me
see
—
where
were
you
born
,
Mr
.
Eden
?
"
the
cub
asked
,
assuming
an
air
of
expectant
attention
.
"
He
doesn
’
t
take
notes
,
"
said
Brissenden
.
"
He
remembers
it
all
.
"
"
That
is
sufficient
for
me
.
"
The
cub
was
trying
not
to
look
worried
.
"
No
decent
reporter
needs
to
bother
with
notes
.
"
"
That
was
sufficient
—
for
last
night
.
"
But
Brissenden
was
not
a
disciple
of
quietism
,
and
he
changed
his
attitude
abruptly
.
"
Martin
,
if
you
don
’
t
poke
him
,
I
’
ll
do
it
myself
,
if
I
fall
dead
on
the
floor
the
next
moment
.
"
"
How
will
a
spanking
do
?
"
Martin
asked
.
Brissenden
considered
judicially
,
and
nodded
his
head
.
