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           "

           "Well?...Well,whathaveyougottosay?"

           "Nothing."

           "Huh?!"

           "Nothing."

           "Oh,comenow!"

           "Ididn’tseektotalktoyou."

           "But...butlook!...wehavethingstodiscuss!"

           "Ihaven’t."

           "Look,"saidMr.Thompson,afterapause,"you’reamanofaction.

           Apracticalman.Boy,areyouapracticalman!WhateverelseIdon’tquitegetaboutyou,I’msureofthat.Nowaren’tyou?"

           "Practical?Yes."

           "Well,soamI.Wecantalkstraight.Wecanputourcardsonthetable.Whateveritisyou’reafter,I’mofferingyouadeal."

           "I’malwaysopentoadeal."

           "Iknewit!"criedMr.Thompsontriumphantly,slamminghisfistdownonhisownknee."Itoldthemso—allthosefoolintellectualtheorizers,likeWesley!"

           "I’malwaysopentoadeal—withanyonewhohasavaluetoofferme."

           Mr.Thompsoncouldnottellwhatmadehimmissabeatbeforeheanswered,"Well,writeyourownticket,brother!Writeyourownticket!"

           "Whathaveyougottoofferme?"

           "Why—anything."

           "Suchas?"

           "Anythingyouname.Haveyouheardourshort-wavebroadcaststoyou?"

           "Yes.