"Still, it isn't really new, is it?" he persisted.
"Well—not entirely," she admitted.
"Of course not. It's Roger's part in it that's new. That bewilders you, of course."
"What is his part?" she interrupted.
"Running a newspaper is exactly like running any other kind of a business—only harder. He'd be the manager—with assistance of course—with a chance to make all out of himself that he can. He'd be your representative."
"I see," she said thoughtfully. "That seems to dispose of him. Now where does Brent Good fit into the scheme of things?"
"Wherever he fits. Give him $15 a week and he'd fit anywhere. That would be enough of a raise over his present honorarium to justify him in changing."
"You're joking," she cried.
"About the salary? Not a bit. It's enough. Besides, it leaves room for promotion. As a matter of fact I've been told by potential employers that it was too much."
Good was silent then, and Judith also, each waiting for the other to speak. But it happened that the silence was finally broken by Roger, whose impatience had become too much to bear any longer.