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I speak merely in the line of my own work my care of the hands, and what I believe they need and don't get under the present system. Naturally, if Mr. Truscomb were well, I shouldn't have had this chance of putting the case to you; but since it's come my way, I must seize it and take the consequences."
He addressed himself deliberately to the selecting and lighting of a cigarette. "Truscomb is down and out resigned, 'the wise it call. And the alterations at Westmore are going to cost a great deal more than my experienced son-in-law expected. This is Westy's morning budget he and Amherst had it out last night.
Truscomb, it appeared, had made no allusion to Dillon; his avowed purpose in summoning his assistant had been to discuss with the latter the question of the proposed nursery and schools. Mrs.
Amherst looked up. "Did you show her over?" he asked with sudden interest. Duplain laughed slangily. "What? Me? And have Truscomb get on to it and turn me down? How'd I know she wasn't a yellow reporter?" Amherst uttered an impatient exclamation. "I wish to heaven a yellow reporter would go through these mills, and show them up in head-lines a yard high!"
Disbrow told Truscomb this morning that Dillon's hand would certainly be saved, and that he might get back to work in a couple of months if the company would present him with an artificial finger or two." Miss Brent faced him with a flush of indignation. "Mr. Amherst who gave you this version of Dr. Disbrow's report?" "The manager himself." "Verbally?" "No he showed me Disbrow's letter."
This was, in fact, the position Amherst preferred to take, and he scrupulously restricted himself to the answering of questions, letting Mrs. Westmore unfold his plans as though they had been her own. "It is much better," he reflected, "that they should all think so, and she too, for Truscomb will be on his legs again in a day or two, and then my hours will be numbered."
Disbrow came in the evening and said the same thing told us it was all a false report about his having been so badly hurt, and that Mr. Truscomb was very much annoyed when he heard of your having said, before the operatives, that Dillon would lose his arm." Amherst smiled. "Ah Mr. Truscomb heard that? Well, he's right to be annoyed: I ought not to have said it when I did.
He had taken unusual pains with his appearance that morning or rather his mother, learning of the errand on which Truscomb had sent him, had laid out his carefully-brushed Sunday clothes, and adjusted his tie with skilful fingers.
Amherst was aware that only his technical efficiency, and his knack of getting the maximum of work out of the operatives, had secured him from Truscomb's animosity. From the outset there had been small sympathy between the two; but the scarcity of competent and hard-working assistants had made Truscomb endure him for what he was worth to the mills.
And all because it had been swallowed up at Westmore because the ridiculous changes there, the changes that nobody wanted, nobody approved of that Truscomb and all the other experts had opposed and derided from the first these changes, even modified and arrested, had already involved so much of her income, that it might be years yes, he said years! before she would feel herself free again free of her own fortune, of Cicely's fortune...of the money poor Dick Westmore had meant his wife and child to enjoy!
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