Fifty tons of quap and
we'd turn that bit of theorising into something. We'd make the lamp
trade sit on its tail and howl. We'd put Ediswan and all of 'em into a
parcel without last year's trousers and a hat, and swap 'em off for a
pot of geraniums. See? We'd do it through Business Organisations, and
there you are! See? Capern's Patent Filament!
"The Ideal and the Real! George, we'll do it! We'll bring it off! And
then we'll give such a facer to Boom, he'll think for fifty years. He's
laying up for our London and African meeting. Let him. He can turn the
whole paper on to us. He says the Business Organisations shares aren't
worth fifty-two and we quote 'em at eighty-four. Well, here we are
gettin' ready for him--loading our gun."
His pose was triumphant.
"Yes," I said, "that's all right. But I can't help thinking where should
we be if we hadn't just by accident got Capern's Perfect Filament.
Because, you know it was an accident--my buying up that."
He crumpled up his nose into an expression of impatient distaste at my
unreasonableness.
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