"Yes, advertising matter for the new Carlsbad."
"I thought it was going to be that but I was mistaken. It was advertising matter, but not for Carlsbad."
"For what, then?"
"For Richard Glover."
Clinton grunted. "I see. He is trying to win you by doing the Othello stunt on paper."
Marcreta appeared to weigh the suggestion. "I don't think it is entirely that. He wants money very badly. He has to have money, a lot of it, for this hotel venture, and he is trying every means of getting it."
"I've always been led to believe," Clinton interposed, "my friends who write have always led me to believe that story-writing (and I assume that this was some sort of story) is rather an uncertain means of capitalization for a novice."
"But this story was not written by a novice, Clint." Marcreta's voice had sunk suddenly almost to a whisper. "It was written by——"
"By whom?"
"Roger Kenwick."