"Cooled?" Grabinett blinked incredulously.
Lennox nodded. "As soon as they deposit that check we're safe. Have a couple of exclusive service contracts made out to them for a show called.... Oh, let's see.... 'The Man and Woman from—' No. 'The Couple From Missouri.' That'll keep 'em happy."
"Genius Almighty! What was that about Mason?"
"They'll settle for an apology on the show next Sunday."
"An apology from Mason? He'll never do it."
"We'll worry about that at the show conference." Lennox consulted his list. "Can I see the letter now, Mel? That's our real problem."
"Napoleon," Grabinett muttered and went to the wall safe. He twirled a dial perfunctorily and swung the door open. He withdrew a manila folder and brought it to the desk, handling it as though it were crawling with roaches.
"The top letter," he said.
"Thanks. See about the check and the contracts, will you, Mel? Let's get the minor rap all squared off. I'll get out of your way now. Where can I go read the letter?"
"Stay here!" Grabinett exclaimed. "Don't let it out of here." He left the office and slammed the door.