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"
You
think
he
drew
that
animal
?
"
"
Of
course
he
did
.
Who
else
?
"
"
Well
,
then
,
the
photographs
?
"
"
There
was
nothing
in
the
photographs
.
By
your
own
admission
you
only
saw
a
bird
.
"
"
A
pterodactyl
.
"
"
That
's
what
HE
says
.
He
put
the
pterodactyl
into
your
head
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
the
bones
?
"
"
First
one
out
of
an
Irish
stew
.
Second
one
vamped
up
for
the
occasion
.
If
you
are
clever
and
know
your
business
you
can
fake
a
bone
as
easily
as
you
can
a
photograph
.
"
I
began
to
feel
uneasy
.
Perhaps
,
after
all
,
I
had
been
premature
in
my
acquiescence
.
Then
I
had
a
sudden
happy
thought
.
"
Will
you
come
to
the
meeting
?
"
I
asked
.
