Quayle said: "I know that."
Dombie said: "It's not good over there. You know they've been knocking off our contacts like hell. They got eleven of them in the last five months, Mr. Quayle."
Quayle said: "I know." His voice was almost harsh.
Dombie said: "But we keep on sending 'em because—goddam it—we've got to keep on sending them. We've got to know the way things are. You said that, you know, Mr. Quayle."
Quayle smiled. He said: "I know. I've a way out of that. I'm going to draw a line across the whole organisation we've got over there. I'm bringing every contact back. That's going to fix them."
Dombie said: "That's clever. What are you doing—sending a new lot out?"
Quayle nodded. "I'm sending seventeen people they'll never know. Seventeen people they'll never know—seventeen people
