Fine.

The bloodstock industry is drawing up its own special guide¬lines to deal with this exceptional case.
Meanwhile, fear not. Sandcastle is potent, fertile and fully reinstated. Apply without delay for a place in next year's pro¬gram.
Alee himself telephoned me in the office two days after the column appeared.
How do you like it? he said.
Absolutely great.
The editor says the newsagents in Newmarket have been ringing up like mad for extra copies.
Hm, I said. I think perhaps I'll get a list of all breeders and bloodstock agents and personally—I mean anonymously—send each of them a copy of your column, if your editor would agree.
Do it without asking him, Alee said. He would probably prefer it. We won't sue you for infringement of copyright, I'll promise you.
Thanks a lot, I said. You've been really great.
Wait till you get an eyeful of the next issue. I'm working on it now. Do-It-YourselfMiracles, that's the heading. How does it grab you?

The dead can't sue, he said cheerfully. I just hope I spell the drugs right.
I sent you the list, I protested.
The typesetters, he said, can scramble eggs, let alone sulfanilamide.
See you someday, I said, smiling.
Yeah. Pie and beer. We'll fix it.