'Nonsense, nonsense! We are our own publishers,' said De Haan. 'Our clerks will send out the invoices and the subscription copies, and an extra office-boy can sell the papers across the counter.'
Sampson smiled in his sleeve.
'All right. That will do—for the first number,' he said cordially. 'Ta-ra-ra-ta.'
'Now then, Mr. Leon, everything is settled,' said De Haan, stroking his beard briskly. 'I think I'll ask you to help us to draw up the posters. We shall cover all London, sir—all London.'
'But wouldn't that be wasting money?' said Raphael.
'Oh, we're going to do the thing properly. I don't believe in meanness.'
'It'll be enough if we cover the East End,' said Schlesinger dryly.
'Quite so. The East End is London, as far as we are concerned,' said De Haan readily.
Raphael took the pen and the paper which De Haan tendered him, and wrote 'The Flag of Judah,' the title having been fixed at their first interview.
'The only orthodox paper!' dictated De Haan. 'Largest circulation of any Jewish paper in the world!'