So Peter thought as he sat tattooing with his finger-tips upon the desk; but only said—
“It would have to be well done.”
“Everything would depend upon how it was done,” agreed Miss Ramsbotham. “Badly done, the idea would be wasted. You would be merely giving it away to some other paper.”
“Do you know of anyone?” queried Peter.
“I was thinking of myself,” answered Miss Ramsbotham.
“I am sorry,” said Peter Hope.
“Why?” demanded Miss Ramsbotham. “Don’t you think I could do it?”
“I think,” said Peter, “no one could do it better. I am sorry you should wish to do it—that is all.”
“I want to do it,” replied Miss Ramsbotham, a note of doggedness in her voice.
“How much do you propose to charge me?” Peter smiled.