If we are able to engage Rentoul, and raise enough money to give him a free hand for the posters as well as the literary matter, why then, I tell you, this moral food will turn out to be the greatest boom of the generation." Mr.Cowper moved a little uneasily in his chair.
"Yours, Mr.Bunsome," he said, "is purely the commercial point of view.
So far as Mr.Burton and I are concerned, and Mr.Bomford, too, you must please remember that we are profoundly and absolutely convinced of the almost miraculous properties of this preparation.

Its romantic history is a thing we have thoroughly attested.

Our only fear at the present moment is that too large a quantity of the constituents of the beans which Mr.Burton has handed over to me, may be found to be distilled from Oriental herbs brought by that old student from the East.
However, of that in a few days' time we shall of course be able to speak more definitely." Mr.Bunsome coughed.
"Anyway," he declared, "that isn't my show.

My part is to get the particulars of this thing into shape, draft a prospectus, and engage Rentoul if we can raise the money.

I presume Mr.Burton will have no objection to our using his photograph on the posters ?" Burton shivered.
"You must not think of such a thing!" he said, harshly.
Mr.Bunsome was disappointed.
"A picture of yourself as you were as an auctioneer's clerk," he remarked, thoughtfully,--"a little gay in the costume, perhaps, rakish-looking hat and tie, you know, and that sort of thing, leaning over the bar, say, of a public-house--and a picture of yourself as you are now, writing in a library one of those little articles of yours--the two together, now, one each side, would have a distinct and convincing effect." Burton rose abruptly to his feet.
"These details," he said, "I must leave to Mr.Cowper.You have the beans.