"Still sticking out for the money-back-if-not-satisfied racket—in the other fellow's business, eh, Andy? Better practice it in your own."
"Hal,"—Dr. Surtaine turned to his son,—"has McQuiggan brought in a new batch of copy?"
"So I understand."
"The 'Clarion' mustn't run it."
"The hell it mustn't!" said McQuiggan.
"It's crooked," said the quack bluntly.
The promoter laughed. "A hot one, you are, to talk about crookedness."
"He's paying his advertising bills out of my people's pay envelopes!" accused Dr. Surtaine.
"How's that, Doc?" asked Ellis.
"Why, when he was here before, he spent some time around the Certina plant and got acquainted with the department managers and a lot of the others, and damn me!" cried Dr. Surtaine, grinning in spite of his wrath, "if he didn't sting 'em all for stock."