"There will be a retraction, sir,and I will guarantee it so with your editor." Lord Edgar replied, not about to change his tone or seem any more flustered by the buffoon in front of him. Just because the man could write did not mean he had any intelligence, or was anything more than a stubborn fairy-tale believing fool. "If you are unable to control your own temper, so be it, you are clearly unable to control your pen nor your imagination when you hear ghost stories meant for children."
"You will refrain from writing any more of these... malicious and distruptive articles. Don't you think people have enough on their minds without being frightened by superstitious poppycock? I must warn you the consequences of your actions will not show you, nor your paper, in a good light."
I remember, there was once a young man who stumbled upon a group of young werewolves. He told anyone who would listen about it. The Council had to arrange for him to be sent to an asylum in order to discredit him His father added helpfully in the background. Have Mr Horrigan arrested from drunk and disorderly behaviour, locked in the cells for a night, and have another paper uncover him as a drunk and an opium addict who never travelled outside of London. George paused in his own tirade, listening for a second to his father, and considered his options. If he not been a member of the Council he would not have been there now, would hardly have glanced at the headline but rolled his eyes and turned to the real news, but he knew what his sworn duty required him to do. By any means necessary he would have to silence Mr Joseph P. Horrigan.