“What can you do for me, then?”
The smile was replaced by a look of candor and earnestness. “Mr. Robson, you’ve got to increase the sale of this paper, have n’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I can boost the circulation of The Guardian a thousand copies. Perhaps fifteen hundred.”
“Will you take the job of circulation manager?” asked Jeremy, smiling.
“That’s another point. I’ll come to that later. Now, there’s no bluff about this, Robson. I’m in dead earnest.”
“If you can tell me how to put on circulation without its costing all I’ve got—”
“It’ll cost you nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
“Then it will be different from any circulation scheme I’ve heard of yet.”
“Listen. Up in the Northern Tier I’m strong. They know me. They believe in me. If I pass the word that The Guardian is my organ—”