“Eliphalet Cardomay.”
“Never heard of him.”
“Never—what? Come, come, old man, old boy, that’s too rich. But you can’t be born yet if you haven’t heard of him.”
“I may have heard the name, but not in our line of business. What about him, anyway?”
“Only this—I can—get—him—to—play—the—part. Now then!”
Mr. Eastlake did not appear half so impressed as he should have been.
“Hum!” he remarked. “Would he be any use?”
Bulmore cast his eyes ceiling-ward in mute despair.
“Use! Now look here, old boy, I tell you frankly, if you are going to play round with the notion I shall call it off.”
“Well, what’s he doing now?”