“Hullo! here’s Mr. Tallboy. I expect he wants you, Mr. Ingleby.” “What, again?” “Nutrax have cancelled that half-double,” announced Mr. Tallboy with gloomy triumph. “They’ve just sent up from the conference to say that they want something special to put up against the new Slumbermalt campaign, and Mr. Hankin says will you get something out and let him have it in half an hour.” Ingleby uttered a loud yell, and Bredon, laying down the index-card, gazed at him open-mouthed. “Damn and blast Nutrax,” said Ingleby. “May all its directors get elephantiasis, locomotor ataxy and ingrowing toenails!”
