Torchy, Private Sec. Part 10
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"What a kidder!" says I. "But if you will delay the champion hen expert of the country," and I nods to Old Hickory, "just send word up to Mr.
Nash that Mr. Skellings has come with that pair of silver-slashed blue Orpingtons he wanted to see."
"Blue which?" says the guard.
"Ah, take a look!" says I. "Ain't they some birds? Gold medal winners, both of 'em."
I holds open the paper wrappings while he inspects the cacklers. And, believe me, they was the fanciest poultry specimens I'd ever seen!
Honest, they looked like they'd been got up for the pullets' annual costume ball.
"And Mr. Nash," I goes on, "said Mr. Skellings was to bring 'em in this way."
The guard takes another glance at Old Hickory, and that got him; for in his high-crowned Panama the boss does look more like a fancy farmer than he does like the head of the Corrugated.
"I'll see," says he, openin' a little closet and producin' a 'phone. He was havin' some trouble too, tellin' someone just who we was, when I cuts in.
"Ah, just describe the birds," says I. "Silver-slashed blue Orpingtons, you know."
Does it work? Say, in less than two minutes we was being towed through a windin' pa.s.sage that fin'lly ends in front of a circular shaft with a cute little elevator waitin' at the bottom.
"Pa.s.s two," says the guard.
Another minute and we're bein' shot up I don't know how many stories, and are steppin' out into the swellest set of office rooms I was ever in. A mahogany door opens, and in comes a wispy, yellow-skinned, dried-up little old party with eyes like a rat. Didn't look much like the pictures they print of him, but I guessed it was Gedney.
"Some prize Orpingtons, did I understand?" says he, in a soft, purry voice. "I don't recall having----" Then he gets a good look at Old Hickory, and his tone changes sudden. "What!" he snaps. "You, Ellins?
How did you get in here?"
"With those fool chickens," says the boss.
"But--but I didn't know," goes on Mr. Nash, "that you were interested in that sort of thing."
"Glad to say I'm not," comes back Old Hickory. "Just a scheme of my brilliant-haired young friend here to smuggle me into the sacred presence. Great Zacharias, Nas.h.!.+ why don't you shut yourself in a steel vault, and have done with it?"
Gedney bites his upper lip, annoyed. "I find it necessary," says he, "to avoid interruptions. I presume, however, that you came on some errand of importance?"
"I did," says Old Hickory. "I want to get a renewal of that Manistee terminal lease."
Say, of all the scientific squirmin', Gedney Nash can put up the slickest specimen. First off he lets on not to know a thing about it.
Well, perhaps it was true that International Utilities did control those wharves: he really couldn't say. And besides that matter would be left entirely to the discretion of----
"No, it won't," breaks in Old Hickory, shakin' a stubby forefinger at him. "It's between us, Nash. You know what those terminal privileges mean to us. We can't get on without them. And if you take 'em away, it's a fight to a finish--that's all!"
"Sorry, Ellins," says Mr. Nash, "but I can do nothing."
"Wait," says Old Hickory. "Did you know that we held a big block of your M., K. & T.'s? Well, we do. They happen to be first lien bonds too. And M., K. & T. defaulted on its last interest coupons. Entirely unnecessary, I know, but it throws the company open to a foreclosure pet.i.tion. Want us to put it in?"
"H-m-m-m!" says Mr. Nash. "Er--won't you sit down?"
Now if it had been two common, everyday parties, debatin' which owned a yellow dog, they'd gone hoa.r.s.e over it; but not these two plutes. Gedney Nash asks Old Hickory only three more questions before he turns to the wicker cages and begins admirin' the fancy poultry.
"Excellent specimens, excellent!" says he. "And in the pink of condition too. 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?"
I didn't mind, for one, and I guess the boss didn't; for the last office we pa.s.ses through was where the gray-haired gent camped watchful behind the bra.s.s gratin'.
"Well, wouldn't that crimp you?" I remarks, givin' him the pa.s.sin' grin.
"Our old friend Ananias, ain't it?"
And he never bats an eyelash.
But Gedney wa'n't in that cla.s.s. Before closin' time up comes a secretary with the lease all signed. I was in the boss's room when it's delivered.
"Gee, Mr. Ellins!" says I. "You don't need any more mud baths, I guess."
All the rise that gets out of him is a flicker in the mouth corners.
"Young man," says he, "whose idea was it, taking you off the gate?"
"Mr. Robert's," says I.
"I am glad to learn," says he, "that Robert had occasional lapses into sanity while I was away. What about your salary? Any ambitions in that direction?"
"I only want what I'm worth," says I.
"Oh, be reasonable, Son," says he. "We must save something for the stockholders, you know. Suppose we double what you're getting now? Will that do?"
And the grin I carries out is that broad I has to go sideways through the door.
CHAPTER V
SHOWING GILKEY THE WAY
I got to say this about Son-in-Law Ferdie: He's a help! Not constant, you know; for there's times when it seems like his whole scheme of usefulness was in providin' something to hang a pair of sh.e.l.l-rimmed gla.s.ses on, and givin' Marjorie Ellins the right to change her name. But outside of that, and furnis.h.i.+n' a comic relief to the rest of the fam'ly, blamed if he don't come in real handy now and then.
Last Friday was a week, for a sample. I meets up with him as he's driftin' aimless through the arcade, sort of caromin' round and round, bein' b.u.mped by the elevator rushers and watched suspicious by the floor detective.
"What ho, Ferdie!" I sings out, grabbin' him by the elbow and swingin'
him out of the line of traffic. "This ain't no place to practice the maxixe."
"I--I beg--oh, it's you, Torchy, is it?" says he, sighin' relieved.
"Where do I go to send a telegram?"
"Why," says I, "you might try the barber shop and file it with the brush boy, or you could wish it on the candy-counter queen over there and see what would happen; but the simple way would be to step around to the W. U. T. window, by the north exit, and shove it at Gladys."
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