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The law of gravity doesn't work that way. At least, it didn't when I met it last." "Certainly!" says Piddie. "I had not thought of that. It couldn't have been dropped. Then it must have been driven by some careless golfer." He's some grand little suggester, Piddie is. Old Hickory glares at him and snorts.
Robert, "of course he " "Ah, say!" says I. "Do I look like a trouble hunter? I 'phoned Piddie told him to sneak 'em out, send 'em down, and keep his mouth shut. All you got to do is act innocent." Never mind the hot air Mr. Robert passes out after that. What tickles me most is the package that came for me yesterday by messenger.
That long face of his would have soured condensed milk! "Yes, Sir?" says he. And to me, mind you! It come out a little husky, like it was bein' filtered through strong emotions; but there it is. Piddie has sirred me his first "Sir." He knows a roll-top when he sees one, Piddie does, and he ain't omittin' any deference due. You know the type? He's one of the kind that was born to be "our Mr.
Well, I hustles across the square, locates Old Hickory, and delivers the goods without droppin' 'em down a manhole or doin' any of the other awful things that Piddie would have warned me against if he'd had more time.
"For the present you will continue at the same salary." "I'll see you eternally cursed if I do," observes Hartley, without changin' his tone a note. "Eh?" gasps Piddie. "Oh, go to thunder, you pin-head!" says Hartley, startin' back for the bond room to collect his eye-shade, cuff protectors and other tools of his trade. "You you're discharged, young man!" Piddie gurgles out throaty.
Robert's got a grip on him when he gets real enthusiastic. I could feel it in my fingers for hours after. Then he had to call in Piddie and tell him, and by noon the word has been passed all through the offices.
I didn't stop to read the whole thing; but I read enough to find out that Blitzen had gone soarin' on a false alarm, and that when the facts was give out right the balloon had took fire. And there was Piddie, still fallin'! "Hello," says I. "You look like a boned ham that's in need of the acid bath and sawdust stuffin'. What's queered you so sudden?"
"Very well," Hartley throws over his shoulder. "Have it that way if you like." Which is where I gets Piddie's goat still further on the rampage by lettin' out a chuckle. "The young whipper-snapper!" growls Piddie. "Oh, all of that!" says I. "What you going to do besides fire him? Couldn't have him indicted under the Lever act, could you?" Piddie just glares and stalks off.
Besides, anyone who can beat a curb broker at his own game ought to be valuable to the Corrugated some day. Mr. Piddie, see that this young man is promoted as soon as there's an opening. And er I believe that is all, gentlemen." As me and Piddie trickle out into the general offices Piddie whispers awed: "Wonderful man, Mr. Ellins! Wonderful!"
Even Miss Muggs, who wears a business face that would have a head undertaker lookin' frivolous, loosens up her mouth corners for a second; while as for some of the other self-startin' queens well, they had me rosy in the ears, all right. I hurries past to where Mr. Piddie is tryin' to make his ingrowin' dignity let loose its grip for a minute. "Ah!" says he. "Back from the sunny South, eh?
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