"Everyone loves a carnival," Dark said simply, looking back over the grounds of what was the Shadow Show. He smiled faintly, appreciatively and in admiration of the carnival he'd designed so long ago. But, looking at Mr. Grayson again, Dark scanned him carefully and then gestured back the way he had come, deeper into the carnival. It was night time, and everyone had settled in. Yes, there were patrols--Mr. Cresswell followed Dark, of course--but most of the people had returned to the train and their fitful sleep. Lights bloomed here and there, and from the train the faint sound of mirthless laughter could be heard.
"I've been doing this a long time, Mr. Grayson," Dark said slowly, "but even so designing a partnership is no easy matter," indeed. Mr. Cooger had been a once in a lifetime opportunity. The man had suited Dark's needs on a moral, ideological and intellectual level that very few others had ever reached. He couldn't pass him up! He did so miss his presence these days, but with news prospects.. well Cooger was easier to put out of mind.
"I understand that you're curious about the carnival." Dark looked at him, tipping his head so that he was looking down the length of his nose at Dick. "What do you want to know?"