"Sure I'm getting the letters. Except Number three. Here's the line. 'You east-side so-and-so.' See? This one can't be to me. I live on the west side. But the reporters don't have to know. Hold that one out on them." Mason clapped Lennox on the shoulder appreciatively. "If I ever made a crack about you thinking, Jake, it was only for laughs. You got a head on you I admire. We'll get a spread out of this if we get any action Sunday. I tell you what. Let's be smart. Hire a guy. I bet you thought of that already, huh, Thinker?" "Hire a guy? For what?" "In case this one don't show up. Write a little script for him and we'll have him stand by in the house. If we don't get any action by the final comedy spot you can cue him in and he'll give us a production." Mason began to laugh. "I just thought of a great ad lib for Diggy when this guy starts the fuss. Diggy says--" "Mig! For God's sake! This is serious. The letters are legitimate. The threat's legitimate too. Don't you understand?" "Great, Sensational. Then we won't have to use the stand-in. But have him there anyway. Jake, I love ya!" Lennox made his escape. He was thunderstruck by Mason's reaction, then indignant, finally amused. "One down. Five to go," he muttered and continued the campaign. * * * * * He phoned Tooky Ween and made peace. "Tooky? Jake Lennox. I've got a promotion in mind for your property that I'd like to discuss." "Which property?" Ween rumbled in a hostile voice. "Far as I'm concerned you've only got one hot property. The great man. Mig." "What's the promotion, Lennox?" Ween asked, a little more affably. "Sam Cooper's got a hit tune just breaking. That duet he wrote for Mig and the dummy." "What duet?" "'We're The Most.'" "That's a hit?" "On the way. Here's my idea. Mason & Dixon brought the tune out. How about using their picture on the sheet music? Might be a nice promotion." "That ain't bad, Jake. Ain't a sour note in the whole notion." Ween was back to first names again and definitely friendly. "It's only a suggestion. I've got nothing to do with it, but I can ask Sam for you." "Thanks, Jake. It could do Cooper a lot of good. My boy could double his sales. So 'We're The Most' is socko, huh? Who's handling Cooper?" "Nobody." "A boy like that needs handling, Jake." Lennox laughed. "That's between you and Cooper. They're giving him a promotion party at Rox Studios Thursday. Come on over. There'll be names and photographers, so bring your properties too. You can talk it up with Sam between flashes." * * * * * Kay Hill received him in her east side Early American apartment, conducted him through a Colonial hall to a Federal parlor where she seated him on a Duncan Phyfe couch. Her dark green dressing gown clashed with the background, but set off her acid eyes and acid red hair.