An unsatisfactory correspondence followed.

Driven finally to an unequivocal stand, the publishers stated that they could not see their way to putting the book into type again, but that they were willing to relinquish their rights in it.
"And you won't find another publishing house in the country to touch it," Ernest said.

"And if I were you, I'd hunt cover right now.

You've merely got a foretaste of the Iron Heel." But father was nothing if not a scientist.

He never believed in jumping to conclusions.