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Storm-signals fluttered feebly and were passed by unheeded. Then Mr. Dupont, of Winfield & Camby, sounded the warning. "You're not getting enough fish," he exclaimed on one of his periodical visits to Legonia. "I'm building up a demand for your product which is fast becoming national. The way things are going now, you will not be able to supply it. Then I'll be out of pocket for my advertising.
Camby relates the case of a neuropathic woman of thirty-eight, two of whose children were killed by lightning in her presence. She herself was unconscious for four days, and when she recovered consciousness, she was found to be hemiplegic and hemianesthetic on the left side. She fully recovered in three weeks.
I saved one of them for you." While the girl attended to his order, the resident manager of Winfield & Camby turned his attention to his paper. When the waitress returned with the crisply browned fish, she was obliged to speak twice before she was able to gain Mr. Dupont's attention.
"But you and I know it is a diamond, don't we, Camby?" "Well, it sparkles here and there." "And it mustn't be ruined in the cutting and setting, must it?" The angel was wearing her most devout and flattering expression. She was handling her man with inspired touch. "Umph! Well, no. The thing needs a master hand; no doubt of that. But good Lord! think of the cost.
The effect of Mascola's defeat was far-reaching, and, magnified by Hawkins' publicity, gave to the Legonia Fish Cannery a place of prominence in the public eye. Taking immediate advantage of the growing popular interest, Winfield & Camby entered into an extensive advertising campaign on behalf of Gregory's product.
Dalton smiled and shook his head. "Ten dollars is enough," he answered. Gregory's eyes were fixed earnestly on the representative from Winfield & Camby. "Listen, Mr. Dalton," he said. "I've got to have twelve hundred and thirty-five dollars by four o'clock or I'll lose thousands. I've got fifteen boats outside loaded to the water-line with albacore besides all the canned stuff on the floor.
While he made his purchase, his mind was filled with his meeting with Rock. In some vague way he began to associate Rock's presence in the jobbing district with the failure of the dealers to become interested in his solicitation. When he reached the office of Winfield & Camby at four o'clock, the matter still filled his mind. "Mr. Hawkins just stepped out," Mr. Dupont informed him.
Then he bought a copy of The Times and the two men read the account of the fight with the aliens. "What of that?" Hawkins queried. "Your men licked them, didn't they?" "Yes. But it cost me my chance with Winfield & Camby. Mr. Dupont called the whole thing off." "The devil he did!" Hawkins' smile returned. "Why, the old fool," he ejaculated.
"I was going to tell you I had an order from Winfield & Camby for a shipment of albacore if we can get them out right away. Suppose the fish do run to sea," he went on. "I'll back you to find them if any one can. And we're well equipped now to follow them up." Dickie was somewhat mollified but she took care not to show it. "You're not figuring on Mascola either," she began.
Gregory, Hawkins and McCoy accepted the invitation in unison. As they followed the girl out, Gregory observed to McCoy: "I can't understand why Winfield & Camby faced about so suddenly. Why, they saved our lives. Who would have thought it?" "I would," Hawkins cut in. "Anybody would who stopped to think." He slapped Gregory affectionately on the shoulder.
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