“As for raising rates, I have n’t suggested it except as an offset to rebates.”
“Comes to the same thing,” said several voices.
“Gentlemen,” said Jeremy with an accession of positiveness, “you’re getting the best advertising rate in the State of Centralia to-day. With practically ten thousand circulation—”
“Bunk!” interjected Turnbull.
“Upwards of nine thousand, seven hundred.”
“A good third of it pads and graft copies,” put in Betts.
For the first time Jeremy was at a disadvantage. He glanced quickly at Galpin.
“Nothing of the sort,” declared that gentleman readily.
“How much is your list padded?” challenged Vogt the florist, in his slightly thickened accent. “Come on, now! On the level.”
“Tell them, Mr. Galpin,” directed Jeremy. “Our cards are on the table.”