Ned. No. We've got to find the man, before they help us with money. They're a bit down on our chances unless we find a strong local man. A local man should pull it off where an outsider might fail. Problem is to find him.
O'Cal. Faith, and we've found him.
Peter. Yourself, Mr. Applegarth?
Ned. I'm the wrong side of fifty, and I'm no speaker. Guess again.
Peter. It's got to be a local man?
Jones. That's essential.
Peter. I can't think of anyone who's big enough for that job.
Jones. Nor we couldn't neither. We gave it up last night and called another meeting at the Club to-night. And there we sat, the whole executive, no better than a parcel of tongue-tied fools, when O'Callagan bursts in and tells us——
Ned. Yes, Peter Garside, b.a., there's you.
[Margaret shrinks back still further.