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〃Creative conceit？〃
〃It's a term I got from David Woolf。 He used it to rate certain producers。 Those who had it made great pictures。 Those who didn't； made pictures。 In short； they preferred me because I was willing to be judged on their own terms。〃
〃I see；〃 Sheffield said thoughtfully。 〃I won't make the same mistake again。〃
〃I'm sure you won't。〃 I felt a suspicion growing in me。 This was too easy。 He was being too nice about it。 He was a fighter。 And fighters die hard。
Besides； his whole approach had been inconsistent with his usual way of doing business。 Sheffield was a financial man。 He dealt with business people about finances。 Yet； in this case； he'd gone directly to the picture people。 Ordinarily； he'd have contacted me right off the bat and we'd have battled it out。 We'd each have promised a little and been satisfied。
There could be only one answer。 Something that had happened in England when I was there began suddenly to make sense。 I'd e out of the projection room of our office in London； where I had gone to see the Jennie Denton test； with our British sales manager。
The telephone had rung when we walked into his office。 He picked it up and spoke into it a few minutes； then put it down。 He looked up at me。
〃That was the circuit…buyer for the Engel theater chain；〃 he said。 〃They are frantic for product now。 Their studios were lost pletely in the first raid and they had never made a deal for American product； as have the other panies。〃
〃What are they going to do？〃 I asked； still thinking about the test。 For the first time since Rina had died； I began to feel the excitement that came only from making a motion picture again。 I only half listened to his answer。
〃I don't know；〃 he replied。 〃They have four hundred theaters and if they can't get additional product in six months； they'll have to close half of them。〃
〃Too bad；〃 I said。 I couldn't care less。 Engel； like Korda； had e to England from Middle Europe and gone into the picture business。 But while Korda had concentrated on production； Engel had gone in for theaters。 He came into production only as an answer to his problem of supply。 Rank； British Lion； Gaumont and Associated among them managed to control all the product； both British and American。 Still； there was no reason to mourn for him。 I had heard that his investments in the States were worth in excess of twenty million dollars。
I'd forgotten about the conversation until now。 It all fitted together neatly。 It would have been a very neat trick if Engel could have stolen the pany right out from under my nose。 And it was just the kind of deal his Middle…European mind would have dreamed up。
I looked at Sheffield。 〃What does Engel plan to do with the stock now？〃 I asked casually。
〃I don't know。〃 Then he looked at me。 〃No wonder；〃 he said softly。 〃Now I know why we couldn't get anywhere。 You knew all along。〃
I didn't answer。 I could see the look of surprise on Mac's face behind him but I pretended I hadn't。
〃And I was beginning to believe that stuff you were handing me about picture people standing together；〃 Sheffield said。
I smiled。 〃Now that the deal fell through； I suppose Engel has no choice but to close those theaters。 He can't get product anywhere else。〃
Sheffield was silent； his eyes wary。 〃All right； Jonas；〃 he said。 〃What's on your mind？〃
〃How would Mr。 Engel like to buy the Norman Film Distributors of England。 Ltd。？ That would assure him access to our product and he might not have to close those theaters。〃
〃How much would it cost him？〃 Sheffield asked。
〃How many shares of stock does he own？〃
〃About six hundred thousand。〃
〃That's what it would cost him；〃 I said。
〃That's five million dollars！ British Norman only nets about three hundred thousand a year。 At that rate； it would take him almost twenty years to get his money back。〃
〃It all depends on your point of view。 Closing two hundred theaters would mean a loss to him of over a million pounds a year。〃
He stared at me for a moment and then got to his feet。 〃May I use your phone for a call to London？ In spite of the time difference； I just might still catch Mr。 Engel before he leaves the office。〃
〃Help yourself；〃 I said。 As he walked to the telephone； I looked down at my watch。 It was nine o'clock and I knew I had him。 Because no one； not even Georges Engel； left his office at two o'clock in the afternoon。 Not in merry old England； where the offices were open until six o'clock and the clerks still sat at their old…fashioned desks on their high stools。 Engel was probably waiting at the telephone right now for Sheffield's call。
By noon it was all arranged。 Mr。 Engel and his attorneys would be in New York the next week to sign the agreement。 There was only one thing wrong with it： I would have to remain in New York。 I reached for the telephone。
〃Who're you calling？〃 Mac asked。
〃David Woolf。 He's the executive officer of the pany。 He might as well be here to sign the papers。〃
〃Put down the telephone；〃 Mac said wearily。 〃He's in New York。 I brought him along with me。〃
〃Oh；〃 I said。 I walked over to the window and looked down。 New York in midmorning。 I could sense the tension in the traffic ing up Park Avenue。 I was beginning to feel restless already。
I turned back to McAllister。 〃Well； get him up here。 I'm starting a big picture in two months。 I'd like to know what's being done about it。〃
〃David brought Bonner along to go over the production details with you。〃
I stared at him。 They'd thought of everything。 I threw myself into a chair。 The doorbell rang and Robair went to open it。 Forrester and Morrissey came in。 I looked up at them as they crossed the room。
〃I thought you were supposed to leave for California this morning； Morrissey；〃 I said coldly。 〃How the hell are we ever going to get that new production line started？〃
〃I don't know if we can； Jonas；〃 he said quickly。
〃What the hell do you mean？〃 I shouted。 〃You said we could do it。 You were there when we signed that contract。〃
〃Take it easy； Jonas；〃 Forrester said quietly。 〃We have a problem。〃
〃What kind of problem？〃
〃The U。S。 Army just ordered five CA…200's。 They want the first delivery by June and we're in a bind。 We can't make them B…17's on the same production line。 You're going to have to decide which es first。〃
I stared at him。 〃You make the decision。 You're president of the pany。〃
〃You own the goddamn pany；〃 he shouted back。 〃Which contract do you want to honor？〃
〃Both of them。 We're not in the business of turning away money。〃
〃Then we'll have to get the Canadian plant in operation right away。 We could handle prefabrication if the B…17's were put together up there。〃
〃Then do it；〃 I said。
〃O。K。 Get me Amos Winthrop to run it。〃
〃I told you before … no Winthrop。〃
〃No Winthrop； no Canadian plant。 I'm not going to send a lot of men to their death in planes put together by amateurs just because you're too damn stubborn to listen to reason。〃
〃Still the fly…boy hero？〃 I sneered。 〃What's it to you who puts the planes together？ You're not flying them。〃
He crossed the room and stood over my chair； looking down at me。 I could see his fists clench。 〃While you were out whoring around London； trying to screw everything in sight； I was out at the airfields watching those poor bastards e in weary and beat from trying to keep the Jerry bombs off your fucking back。 Right then and there； I made up my mind that if we were lucky enough to get that contract； I'd personally see to it that every plane we shipped over was the kind of plane I wouldn't be afraid to take up myself。〃
〃Hear； hear！〃 I said sarcastically。
〃When did you decide you'd be satisfied to put your name on a plane that was second best？ When the money got big enough？〃
I stared at him for a moment。 He was right。 My father said the same thing in another way once。 We'd been walking through the plant back in Nevada and Jake Platt； the plant supervisor； came up to him with a report on a poor batch of powder。 He suggested blending it in with a large order so the loss would be absorbed。
My father towered over him in rage。 〃And who would absorb the loss of my reputation？〃 he shouted。 〃It's my name that's on every can o