“Why, what would you do to try and get it taken up and talked about?”
Then it was my turn, and I let him have it.
“You must get the Press and the Government to work together,” I said rapidly, “and particularly in connection with the new Government Service of Camion’s Fettle-Trains and Cursory Circuits.”
He nodded like one who thoroughly understands and desires to hear more.
“Speed,” I added nonchalantly, “and the measure of it are of course essentials in their case.”
He nodded again.
“And they have never really settled the problem ... especially about Fettle-Trains.”
“No,” said he ponderously, “so I understand.”
“Well now,” I went on, full of the chase, “you will naturally ask me who are you to go to?” I scratched my nose. “You know the Fusionary Office, as we call it? It is really, of course, a part of the Stannaries. But the Chief Permanent Secretary likes to have it called the Fusionary Office; it’s his vanity.”
“Yes,” said he eagerly, “yes, go on!”