"What about the prize hassle from last Sunday?" Tooky Ween rumbled.
"We took the heat off," Lennox told him. "It's all over except for one little thing. Mig'll have to say something about it next Sunday."
"Say what?"
"Oh, a little apology for the mistake."
"Not me! I'm not going to apologize for anything," Mason cried. "I didn't make any mistake. Don't turn me into the fall-guy."
"You want to ruin my property's fan relations?" Ween asked.
"It was the operator who loused it," Mason said. "That girl on the phone. She got me all mixed up."
"All right," Lennox said in exasperation. "So blame it on Patsy. Next Sunday announce that the contestant gave the right answer, but the girl made a mistake. Will you buy that?"
"She's been lousing the phone call every week," Mason yelled. "Every week she's got me worried when I should be thinking about myself. The girl has got to go."
"Leave her alone, Mig. Will you make the announcement?"