Lennox swallowed.
"Hurry up, Jake. Here comes Bleutcher. Is it a deal? For the good of the show you vote with me. We're satisfied with how the show's going. We want to keep everything exactly the way it always was. Yes?"
"Yes, by God!" Lennox said. "Yes."
Bleutcher lumbered up to the table and sat down. "Mr. Audibon has been trying to reach me at the Brockton office," he explained.
Grabinett started. "What for?"
"I have not been advised as yet. His office called four times."
"Did you call him back, Mr. Bleutcher?"
"He's been out to lunch for two hours." Bleutcher compressed his lips. "It is most inadvisable for a business man to clog his digestive system with heavy foods during the working day. My staff has standing orders to restrict the midday meal to greens and roughage. Our plant cafeteria...."
Bleutcher lectured on fats, proteins and carbohydrates until Olga returned to the table. Grabinett paid the check with nervous haste and the luncheon party broke up.
"We'll see you at the show Sunday, Mr. Bleutcher?" he blinked.