"Hire a guy? For what?"
"In case this one don't show up. Write a little script for him and we'll have him stand by in the house. If we don't get any action by the final comedy spot you can cue him in and he'll give us a production." Mason began to laugh. "I just thought of a great ad lib for Diggy when this guy starts the fuss. Diggy says—"
"Mig! For God's sake! This is serious. The letters are legitimate. The threat's legitimate too. Don't you understand?"
"Great, Sensational. Then we won't have to use the stand-in. But have him there anyway. Jake, I love ya!"
Lennox made his escape. He was thunderstruck by Mason's reaction, then indignant, finally amused.
"One down. Five to go," he muttered and continued the campaign.
He phoned Tooky Ween and made peace.
"Tooky? Jake Lennox. I've got a promotion in mind for your property that I'd like to discuss."
"Which property?" Ween rumbled in a hostile voice.