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"I should consider the pay-roll very closely allied to operations," responded Jimmy. "I shouldn't," said Bince. "You won't let me see it then?" demanded Jimmy. "Look here," said Bince, "we agreed that we wouldn't interfere with each other. I haven't interfered with you. Now don't you interfere with me.
Father went back to the office to examine some reports that were just finished up late this afternoon." "I'll be over," said Bince, "as soon as I dress." If there was any trace of surprise or shock in his tones the girl failed to notice it.
"I do not wish to humiliate you unnecessarily in the presence of my father," she said. "You have managed to deceive him into believing that you are what you claim to be. Mr. Bince has known from the start that you are incompetent and incapable of accomplishing the results father thinks you are accomplishing. Now that you know that I know you to be an impostor, what do you intend to do?"
"Have the men been complaining at all?" he asked. "Recently I have heard a little grumbling," replied Bince. "They haven't taken very kindly to Torrance's changes, and I guess some of them are afraid they are going to lose their jobs, as they know he is cutting down the force in order to cut costs." "He ought to know about this," said Compton.
"Well," grumbled Mr. Bince, "you might be more enthusiastic about it." "I prefer," explained the girl, "to be loved decorously. I do not care to be pawed or clawed or crumpled. After we have been married for fifteen or twenty years and are really well acquainted " "Possibly you will permit me to kiss you," Bince finished for her. "Don't be silly, Harold," she retorted.
"Well, you be over there to-night about ten thirty and I'll introduce you to a guy who can pull off this whole thing, and you and I won't have to be mixed up in it at all." "To-night at ten thirty," said Bince. "At Feinheimer's," said Krovac. As the workman passed through the little outer office Edith Hudson glanced up at him.
Bince lived at one of the down-town clubs, and after depositing him there and parting with a decorous handclasp the girl turned her machine and headed north for home. At Erie Street came a sudden loud hissing of escaping air. "Darn!" exclaimed Miss Elizabeth Compton as she drew in beside the curb and stopped.
"For the love of Mike," she exclaimed. "Look over there." Slowly Jimmy turned his eyes in the direction she indicated. "What do you know about that?" he ejaculated. "Steve Murray and Bince!" "And thick as thieves," said the girl. "Naturally," commented Jimmy.
"This fellow Bince, who is assistant general manager for Compton, got a letter from Murray two or three weeks before Compton was killed. Murray enclosed a threat signed I.W.W., and his letter instructed Bince to show the threat to Compton. I haven't got all the dope on it, but I've got a hunch that in some way it is connected with this job.
"Father asked him to dinner, and when he wanted to discharge the fellow Torrance told him something that upset father terribly, and urged that he be kept a little while longer, to which father agreed." "What did he tell him?" asked Bince. "Oh, some alarmist tale about somebody robbing father. I didn't quite make out what it was all about, but it had something to do with the pay-roll."
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