Julian nodded.
“Just so,” he said. “Then exit George Chandos.”
“My scheme is worthless, you think, then?”
“As you state it, yes.”
“You mean——?” I prompted quickly, clutching at something in his tone which seemed to suggest that he did not consider the matter entirely hopeless.
“I mean this. The weak spot in your idea, as I told you, is that you and George Chandos have the same body. Now, if you could manage to provide George with separate flesh and blood of his own, there’s no reason——”
“By Jove! you’ve hit it. Go on.”
“Listen. Here is my rough draft of what I think might be a sound, working system. How many divisions does your work fall into, not counting the Orb?”
I reflected.
“Well, of course, I do a certain amount of odd work, but lately I’ve rather narrowed it down, and concentrated my output. It seemed to me a better plan than sowing stuff indiscriminately through all the papers in London.”