Hulloa? Will you get everything ready to print off a couple of thousand posters at once. I’m just coming round. Colonel Boyce. Yes. That’s it. GEORGE WINTER. [_Speaking through_ COLONEL BOYCE’S _instructions to the printers_.] What d’you think of this, Ford? JAMES FORD. Let’s have a look. GEORGE WINTER. You see we’ve got the advantage that they have to print a whole article. And we only need a couple of sentences. JAMES FORD. Yes, that seems all right. ETCHINGHAM. Couldn’t be better. GEORGE WINTER. Make a copy of it, Teddie. Hurry up. BOYCE. We haven’t got any time to lose. GEORGE WINTER. The car’s at the door. O’DONNELL. I shan’t be a minute. GEORGE WINTER. You can get hold of the bill-posters, can’t you? BOYCE. Oh, yes, there’ll be no bother about that. O’DONNELL. Here you are. That’s done. GEORGE WINTER. Take it, Boyce. And hurry up. BOYCE. [_Taking a copy of the reply._] Trust me. [_He goes out._ GEORGE WINTER. [_Handing_ O’DONNELL _a second copy_.] Teddie, jump into a cab and go round to the newspaper offices. And tell them to put that in their next edition. Biggest type they’ve got. Then go to the Committee Rooms and wait. I’ll ring you up there or come round. O’DONNELL. All right. GEORGE WINTER. And hustle, or I’ll sack you. [_He goes out, and as he does so_ BENNETT _comes in_. JAMES FORD. You’re taking it better than I expected. GEORGE WINTER. What do you expect me to do; bang my head on the floor and tear out my hair? Can’t afford it. Takes me all my time to keep my hair on. ETCHINGHAM. Here’s Bennett. GEORGE WINTER. Well? BENNETT. Nothing much has happened. They’re a bit excited in the City. JAMES FORD. No bad drop in anything? BENNETT. Nothing to speak of. JAMES FORD. That’s a relief. GEORGE WINTER. Everything is sound. No one would be such a fool as to do a bear. BENNETT. I’m getting on to MacLaren and Hewitt. GEORGE WINTER. That’s all right. I wanted them. JAMES FORD. Are they brokers? GEORGE WINTER. Yes. Look here, Ford. I’m due to speak in the Cattle Market now. I wish you’d go down and keep them going till I turn up. I shall only be ten minutes. You’ve got the line all right, Fred? BENNETT. Yes. JAMES FORD. Well, I don’t mind if I do that. There’s nothing I can do here, is there? GEORGE WINTER. No, leave it all to me. Your interests are my interests. JAMES FORD. I’ll make tracks. GEORGE WINTER. That’s good. [JAMES FORD _goes out_. BENNETT. Governor, I thought I’d better not say too much while he was there. GEORGE WINTER. I saw something was up. That’s why I got rid of him. BENNETT. Things are rotten. ETCHINGHAM. Good Lord. BENNETT. The Lewishams are going for us. GEORGE WINTER. I thought they would as soon as I saw the article. BENNETT. Who’s given it away, d’you think? GEORGE WINTER. How do I know? That doesn’t matter. The only thing is to face it. ETCHINGHAM. D’you mean our shares are falling, Mr. Bennett? BENNETT.