“Did n’t I indicate to you that his loyal German heart was sore?”
“Why was n’t it sore last summer, when the bill was up?”
“Do you think somebody’s been stirring him up to go after us?”
“More likely he’s got some reason to think we’re up against it.”
“Hoots! We were never in such good shape.”
“That’s our view. I’m wondering if, maybe, Bausch and his lot are putting up some kind of a game.”
“What kind of a game can they be putting up?”
“I’d have to understand German to read their minds. Maybe they’ll stir up the advertisers against us. Like Stockmuller.”
“Any local advertiser that thinks he can do business without The Guardian,” stated the owner arrogantly, “is suffering from an aggravated form of fool-in-the-head.”
“That’s good doctrine. If only you can make ’em believe it.”