“Yes.”
“And it don’t suit?”
“Not altogether.”
“Not good enough?”
“No.”
“Ay-ah. I see.” One of those extraordinary flashes of intuitive insight which sometimes pass electrically between surcharged and kindred minds, culminated in the general manager’s next question. “What does she think of it?”
“Who?” The startled counter-question represented less than Jeremy’s normal frankness.
Andy rose and stood above the other. “How should I know who? If I did I’d know more about the paper.”
“You’re right.” For the moment Jeremy was as intuitive as his friend. “You think it would have been more honest of me, as I’m making a paper for some one else, to let you in on it.”
“What does she think of The Guardian?” persisted Andy.