“What Mr. Wymett did is not under discussion.”
“I’ll say this for it, though,” interjected Galpin. “We’re not going to make the kind of living in the kind of way that Mr. Wymett made his. Get that, you men?”
The stir that this roused was sufficient evidence of general knowledge concerning The Guardian’s former management.
“Now, you’re talking!” said Betts.
“Dot’s goot. I like dot,” added Stockmuller.
It was the first evidence of approval that the new policy had elicited.
“So much having been said,” proceeded Jeremy: “I’ll tell you gentlemen this. The Guardian is going to be run straight. If you ever see any evidence that it is n’t, I want to know it.”
“That’s fine, Mr. Robson,” said Ellison warmly.
“That’s the kind of thing we want to hear. We’re all for that and will wish you the success you deserve. And now there’s one more matter I think ought to be taken up here. We considered it at the last meeting of the association, and this is as good a time and place as any to thrash it out. Speaking for myself and associates, Mr. Robson, we’d like to know what consideration an advertiser in The Guardian may expect at its hands.”
“Consideration?” Jeremy said, puzzled.