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Dowd, the golf addict, is still in the private office givin' Old Hickory another earful about the Scotch plague, ain't he?" "No, sir," says Vincent. "Mr. Ellins asked him to wait half an hour or so. He's in the director's room." "Maybe I'd better take a look at your Mr. Schott first then," says I. But after I'd gone out and given him the north and south careful I was right where I started.
How Old Hickory did roast him for it at the time! But when he come to figure out the profits, Mr. Ellins don't do a thing but rustle around, lease all the stray factories in the market, from a canned gas plant in Bayonne to a radiator foundry in Yonkers, fit 'em up with the proper machinery, and set 'em to turnin' out battle pills by the trainload. "I gather," says Mr.
I have a few Orpingtons on my place; but oh, by the way, Ellins, are these really intended for me?" "With Torchy's compliments," says Old Hickory. "By Jove!" says Gedney. "I I'm greatly obliged truly, I am. What plumage! What hackles! And er just leave that terminal lease, will you? I'll have it renewed and sent up. Would you mind too if I sent you out by the Broadway entrance?"
As I'm there to welcome Miss Marjorie Ellins, I has to post myself near the E section, and inside of fifteen minutes she's all through havin' her suitcase and steamer trunk pawed over, and leavin' the hold baggage to be claimed later, we streams out to where I had a cab waitin'. "Is it all aboard, Miss Marjorie?" says I. "Not yet," says she.
Not expectin' anything more'n instructions about some errand or other, I ain't any disturbed when Piddie comes up to the gate desk right after lunch next day, lookin' as stern and solemn as if he'd been sent to read a warrant. "Boy," says he, "Mr. Ellins, senior, wishes to see you in his private office!"
I didn't last so long, either. Rupert, though, comes out strong. He makes the sand fly at a great rate. Vee stands by, holdin' an electric torch, while Auntie watches from the boat. "We're makin' quite a hole in it, Mr. Ellins," says I, sort of encouragin'. "It is the usual thing to do, I believe," says he, "before owning up that you've been fooled. Here, Killam, let me have another go at that."
So, after a short confab with Mrs. Flynn and the kids, they're turned over to me. "I ain't sure, ma'am," says I, "that young Mr. Ellins can spare the time. He's pretty busy just now. But maybe I can break in long enough to ask him, and if he's heard anything well, you can be handy. Suppose you wait here at the garden gate. No, leave it open, that way."
And the "sir" was real soothin'. "It's all right," says I. "Guess I ain't disabled for life. Next time, though, I'll be particular to walk around." "But really," he goes on, "I I'm not here regularly. I was just trying to find a name a Mr. Robert Ellins." "Eh?" says I. "Lookin' for Mr. Robert, are you?" "Then you know him?" he asks eager. "Ought to," says I. "He's my boss.
But when and where does the er affair come off?" "I'm just plottin' that out," says I. "Could I sort of count on you and Mrs. Ellins for to-morrow evenin', say?" "At your service," says Mr. Robert. "Then I'll think up a place and see if I can pull it," says I. If it hadn't been for that little detail of visitin' the license bureau I wouldn't have sprung it on Vee until the last minute.
Even on average days, when Corrugated affairs seem to be runnin' smooth, Mr. Ellins is apt to come down with a lumbago grouch or develop shootin' pains in the knee, and then anybody who ducks gettin' in range of that snappy sarcasm of his is lucky. Not that he always means it, or that he's generally disliked.
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