"If the girl goes."
"She goes," Grabinett broke in. "She's fired."
"The hell she is!" Lennox exploded. "That's a damned dirty trick."
"She goes." Grabinett glared at Lennox. "You want a law suit?"
"Contestants can make a lot of trouble," Bacon drawled. "We had a Case on 'The People Against—' when—"
"Listen," Ween interrupted. "My boy makes the announcement if he can say that the girl loused the prize and she's been fired. That's the conditions. We got to keep faith with the public trust."
"Then let's do it another way," Lennox pleaded. "Leave the girl out of it. I'll take the rap. The writer pulled the boner. Damn it, I'll get on camera and apologize myself."
"What are you doing, representing her?" Ween rumbled. "No. It's got to be the girl."
"Be reasonable, Tooky. Patsy's a—"
"Will you shut up!" Grabinett blinked angrily. "Jesus Almighty Galahad! What do you care about a lousy telephone girl?"