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How about ten-thirty? Is that all right with Mr. Murch?" "Wait a minute. Ten-thirty, you said? No, Mr. Murch has the International Corkscrew meeting at ten. Can't they push W., T., and G. into the afternoon?" "I'll let you know later. Good-by." And later it was arranged to suit Mr. Murch. If there were a pie in Mr. Murch's vicinity which Mr.
And I think you'll be getting out pretty well. You're impaired right now, you know." Mr. Murch's financial vanity was touched. "After all," he said, with an effort, "I probably averaged only 150 for mine. I've got pretty fair dividends on it for some time. That'll get me out pretty nearly even. Well, Mr. Belknap, if you can arrange to reinsure the Salamander on those terms, go ahead."
Its dividend rate was more than twice that of the Guardian, and in some years, when losses were heavy, it failed to earn its dividend and was obliged to take the money for its payment out of its already narrow surplus. The President of the Salamander was an obliging, disingenuous, rather weak individual of Mr. Murch's own selection.
He had by this time removed his overcoat and laid it over the arm of a convenient couch. He then selected a chair near Mr. Murch's own but facing that gentleman squarely, and sat down. "Well, I'm ready to talk business," he said. "And I," rejoined the other, easily. But he made no move to begin.
Murch's private secretary held a position requiring quick-wittedness and suavity in no common degree. Hardly a day went by that the ring of the phone did not serve as preamble for some such colloquy as this: "Hello. Mr. Murch's office?" "Yes." "Mr. Murch in?" "No. Can I do anything for you?" "The W., T., and G. have called their annual meeting for election of officers on Friday the sixth.
Belknap signified that he had succeeded in his task of securing on satisfactory terms a purchaser for the Salamander, and if the necessary executives of that company would be in Mr. Murch's office at two-thirty that afternoon, he would bring the contracts for signature. Over the telephone Mr. Murch said: "All right. Bring them." To his secretary he said: "Ask Mr.
Murch's finger was not in, it was, if not proof positive, strong circumstantial evidence that the pie was of a most inferior order of succulence; and Mr. Murch was a fairly good judge, being himself chairman of the finance committee of the United States Pie Company.
Edward Eggleston Murch not overmuch genuine urbanity. Urbanity of the surface he had, of course; he called on it at need in very much the same way that he called on his stenographer. But of true courtesy or consideration Mr. Murch's makeup was singularly and flawlessly free.
Wintermuth's keen sense of business honor would have prevented the fruition of every one. He was now in the right company. The Salamander took its key from its leading director, and Mr. Murch's code of ethics briefly consisted of a belief that it was advisable to "stay inside the law" unless he were absolutely certain that transgression would be undiscoverable or unpenalized.
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