"Well, you might put it that way, but I don't. You are serving me if—"
"Yes; I know that. I am glad to serve you in any way I can."
"I don't have to take your word for that," laughed Mr. Sparling. "I think you have shown me. I have been thinking of another matter. It has been in my mind for several days."
Phil glanced up inquiringly.
"How would you like to come out front?"
"You mean?"
"To join my staff? I need someone just like you—a young man with ideas, with the force to put them into execution after he has developed them. You are the one I want."
"But, Mr. Sparling—"
"Wait till I get through. You can continue with your acts if you wish, just the same, and give your odd moments to me."
"In what capacity?"