“Yes, decidedly. Untouched! An unspoiled market.”
“An unspoiled market!” reiterated Mr. May, in full confirmation, though with a faint flicker of a smile. “How very fortunate for us.”
“Properly handled,” said James. “Properly handled.”
“Why yes—of cauce! Why shouldn’t we handle it properly!”
“Oh, we shall manage that, we shall manage that,” came the quick, slightly husky voice of James.
“Of cauce we shall! Why bless my life, if we can’t manage an audience in Lumley, what can we do.”
“We have a guide in the matter of their taste,” said James. “We can see what Wright’s are doing—and Jordan’s—and we can go to Hathersedge and Knarborough and Alfreton—beforehand, that is—”
“Why certainly—if you think it’s necessary. I’ll do all that for you. And I’ll interview the managers and the performers themselves—as if I were a journalist, don’t you see. I’ve done a fair amount of journalism, and nothing easier than to get cards from various newspapers.”
“Yes, that’s a good suggestion,” said James. “As if you were going to write an account in the newspapers—excellent.”
“And so simple! You pick up just all the information you require.”