"Oh! it didn’t run. It wasn’t put on for a run. It was part of one of the Sunday-night shows of the Play-Producing Society, at the Court Theatre. Most intellectual people in London, you know. No such audience anywhere else in the wahld!" His rather chubby face glistened and shimmered with enthusiasm. "You bet!" he added. "But that was only by the way. My real game is management--general management. And I think I may say I know what it is." "Evidently!" Edward Henry concurred. "But shall you have to give up any other engagement in order to take charge of the Muses’ Theatre? Because if so--" Mr. Marrier replied: "No." Edward Henry observed: "Oh!" "But," said Marrier reassuringly, "if necessary I would throw up any engagement--you understand me, any--in favour of the Intellectual Theatah as I prefer to call it. You see, as I own part of the option--" By these last words Edward Henry was confounded, even to muteness. "I forgot to mention, Mr. Machin," said Rose Euclid very quickly. "I’ve disposed of a quarter of my half of the option to Mr. Marrier. He fully agreed with me it was better that he should have a proper interest in the theatre." "Why of course!" cried Mr. Marrier, uplifted. "Let me see," said Edward Henry, after a long breath, "a quarter--that makes it that you have to find £562 10s, to-morrow, Mr. Marrier." "Yes." "To-morrow morning--you’ll be all right?" "Well, I won’t swear for the morning, but I shall turn up with the stuff in the afternoon anyhow. I’ve two men in tow, and one of them’s a certainty." "Which?" "I don’t know which," said Mr. Marrier. "Howevah, you may count on yours sincerely, Mr. Machin." There was a pause. "Perhaps I ought to tell you," Rose Euclid smiled, "perhaps I ought to tell you that Mr. Trent is also one of our partners. He has taken another quarter of my half." Edward Henry controlled himself. "Excellent!" said he with glee. "Mr. Trent’s money all ready too?" "I am providing most of it--temporarily," said Rose Euclid. "I see. Then I understand you have your three quarters of £2,250 all ready in hand." She glanced at Mr. Seven Sachs. "Have I, Mr. Sachs?" And Mr. Sachs, after an instant’s hesitation, bowed in assent. "Mr. Sachs is not exactly going into the speculation, but he is lending us money on the security of our interests. That’s the way to put it, isn’t it, Mr. Sachs?" Mr. Sachs once more bowed. And Edward Henry exclaimed: "Now I really do see!"