“Praise from Lady Hubert!”
“Whoever she is! Well, did he bite?”
“Yes and no. He's not such a fool as he looks in your company. He has a hard head for business; he wouldn't invest a cent.”
“I thought you said—”
“But he has a soft head for you. He said he wouldn't invest a cent in the firm, but he'd donate all I could use for you. It was to be a little secret present. He told me you refused to accept presents from him. Did you?”
Kedzie blushed before his cynic understanding.
He laughed: “You're all right. You know the game, but you've got to quicken your speed. You're taking too much footage in getting to the climax.”
Kedzie was still incandescent with the new information:
“And Jim Dyckman paid for my advertising?”
“On condition that his name was kept out of it. That's why you're famous. You couldn't have got your face in a paper if you had been fifty times as pretty if he hadn't swamped the papers with money. And he would never have thought of it if I hadn't gone after him. So you'd better waste a little politeness on me or your first flare will be your last.”