“Because she gets a big hand,” he put in. “Because she holds up the show!” He leaned forward once more. “And you honestly think I’d let a find like that get away from me?”
Jane Goring got to her feet. She had attempted a new rôle. She had pleaded. Now she would play in character. She would demand.
“Either she goes—or I do,” came succinctly.
“Nonsense, Jane!” He, too, was on his feet.
“I mean it. You can take your choice.”
“Why, listen to me, old girl! You’ve got the public in the palm of your hand! You can afford to give the kid a square deal.”
“I’ve told you—”
Cleeburg’s round eyes narrowed. “What’re you trying to do—bully me?”
“No. I want you to be fair.”
“I am fair—to all concerned—”