"I know everybody in my business."
"But suppose I tell other people and it gets out?"
"What difference? We're protecting ourselves. We don't care who knows it. If you're worried about next Sunday why don't you keep the public out of your theater?"
The third repetition of the question, identically phrased, made Lennox aware of a tenacious quality in this quiet little man. He could not be diverted.
"It's a comedy show," Lennox explained. "We have to have an audience. Our star wouldn't work without one."
"He could try."
"He wouldn't want to try."
"You can ask him."
"I'll ask him, but I know the answer. I thought ... well, that you might put some of your men in the house Sunday night."
"For eight hundred people? It wouldn't do much good." Fink smiled haphazardly. "How do you hand out the tickets?"