ned back
in his chair, and demonstrated the principle that had given him a gold
watch chain--"Never be bluffed."
"Ye can withdraw it," he said, with a warily experimental eye upon her.
"How reasonable of you not to make a fuss! We'll have the order to
discontinue in writing, please. If you give me a pen and
paper--thanks--and I'll keep a copy."
"Stanhope has wanted to transfer it to the _Market Gazette_ for some
time," she went on as she wrote.
"That's not a newspaper. You'll get no notices there."
"Cheaper on that account, probably."
"They charge like the very deevil. D'ye know the rates of them?"
"I can't say I do."
"There's a man on our staff that doesn't like your show. We'll be able
to send him every night now."
"When we withdraw our advertisement?"
"Just then."
"All right," said Hilda. "It will be interesting to point out in the
_Indian Empire_ the remarkable growth of independent criticism in the
_Chronicle_ since Mr. Stanhope no longer uses the space at his disposal.
I hope your man will be very nasty indeed. You might as well hand over
the permanent passes--the gentleman will expect, I suppose, to pay."
"They'll be in the yeditorial department," said Mr. Macandrew, but he
did not summon a messenger to go for them. Instead he raised his
eyebrows in a manner that expressed the necessity of making the best of
it, and humourously scratched his head.
"We have four hundred pounds of new type coming out in the
_Almora_--she's due on Thursday," he said. "Entirely for the
advertisements. We'll have a fine display next week. It's grand
type--none of your Calcutta-made stuff."
"Pays to bring it out, does it?" asked Hilda, inattentively, copying her
letter.
"Pays the advertisers." There were ingratiating qualities in the
managerial smile. Hilda inspected them coldly.
"There's your notice of withdrawal," she said. "Good-morning."
"Think of that new type, and how lovely Jimmy Finnigan's ad. will look
in it."
"That's all right. Good-morning." Miss Howe approached the door, the
blue glance of Macandrew pursuant.
"No notices for two Wednesdays, eh? We'll have to see about that. I was
thinkin' of transferrin' your space to the third page; it's a more
advantageous position--and no extra charge--but ye'll not mention it to
Jimmy."
Miss Howe lifted an arrogant chin. "Do I understand you'll do that, and
guarantee regular notices, if we leave the advertisement with you?"
Mr. Macandrew
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