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And it's time we threw some red meat to you many, many Father Brown fans.

We have a new one for you today called The Purple Whig.

GK Chesterton's Father Brown begins right now.

This one's from the wisdom of Father Brown.

Mr. Edward Nut, the industrious editor of the Daily Reformer, sat at his desk opening letters and marking proofs to the merry tune of a typewriter, worked by a vigorous young lady.

He was a stoutish, fair man in his shirt sleeves.

His movements were resolute, his mouth firm and his tones final, but his round,

rather babyish blue eyes had a bewildered and even wistful look that rather

contradicted all this.

Nor indeed was the expression altogether misleading.

It might truly be said of him, as for many journalists and authority, that his most familiar

emotion was one of continuous fear, fear of libel actions, fear of lost advertisements, fear of misprints, fear of the sack.

His life was a series of distracted compromises between the proprietor of the paper and of him, who was a

senile soap boiler with three ineradicable mistakes in his mind, and the very able

staff he had collected to run the paper, some of whom were brilliant

and experienced men, and what was even worse, sincere enthusiasts for the political policy of the

paper. A letter from one of these lay immediately before him, and rapid and resolute as he was, he seemed almost to hesitate before opening it. He took up a strip of proof instead, ran down it with a blue

eye and a blue pencil, altered the word adultery to the word impropriety, and the word Jew to the word alien, rang a bell and sent

it flying upstairs.

Then with a more thoughtful eye he ripped open the letter from his more distinguished contributor who bore a postmark of Devonshire and read as follows.

Dear Nut, as I see your working spooks and dukes at the same time. What about an article on that

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