“Local matters are no affair of Embree’s,” declared the other angrily. “Fortunately he has no newspaper backing.”
“Has n’t he? I wish I were sure.”
“You don’t think that young Robson has sold out to Embree already?”
“No.”
“Very well, then—”
“Not sold out. It is n’t a question of cash. This boy is n’t A. M. Wymett.”
“Nevertheless a newspaper is a business proposition,” opined Montrose Clark dryly.
“It ought to be. Much simpler if it were. But this boy is a bit of a sentimentalist. I’m afraid he’s in the way of being influenced by Smiling Mart’s line of clap-trap.”
“Then we must act promptly.” The public utilitarian sat, thoughtful. “We’ll start a campaign of public education on the transfer question, through the newspapers,” he decided. “Including, of course, The Guardian.”
“Straight-out, a-d-v kind of advertising?”