"No, but I am the agent for it."
"Very good. You are the man I want to talk with. I am from the Sparling Shows. I should like the privilege of fastening some banners on that south wall there."
"You're too late, young man. I just gave the other man permission to do that."
"Did he pay you?" asked Phil sweetly.
"No."
"Did you sign a contract with him?"
"No."
"May I ask how much he is to give you for the privilege?"
"Twenty-five dollars."
"He ought to be ashamed to offer you such a mean figure as that for such a privilege."