"I don"t know. Is it the sort of business you would advise a rather lazy person to embark in, Miss--"
"Neal," she supplied; adding, with an ill.u.s.trative glance around, upon her busy roomful, all sorting and marking correspondence, "You see, I only give advice by letter."
She turned away to answer one of the subordinates, and, at the same time, Dr. Surtaine was called aside by a man with a shipping-bill.
Looking down the line of workers, Hal saw that each one was simply opening, reading, and marking with a single stroke, the letters from a distributing groove. To her questioner Milly Neal was saying, briskly:
"That"s Three and Seven. Can"t you see, she says she has spots before her eyes. That"s stomach. And the lameness in the side is kidneys. Mark it "Three pa.s.s to Seven." There"s a combination form for that."
"What branch of the work is this?" asked Hal, as she lifted her eyes to his again.
"Symptom correspondence. This is the sorting-room."
"Please explain. I"m a perfect greenhorn, you know."
"You"ve seen the ads. of course. n.o.body could help seeing them. They all say, "Write to Professor Certain"--the trade name, you know. It"s the regular stock line, but it does bring in the queries. Here"s the afternoon mail, now."
Hundreds upon hundreds of letters came tumbling from a bag upon the receiving-table. All were addressed to "Prof." or "Dr." Certain.
"How can my father hope to answer all those?" cried Hal.
The girl surveyed him with a quaint and delicious derision. "He? You don"t suppose he ever sees them! What are _we_ here for?"
"You do the answering?"
"Practically all of it, by form-letters turned out in the printing department. For instance, Letter One is coughs and colds; Two, headaches; Three, stomach; and so on. As soon as a symp-letter is read the girl marks it with the form-letter number, underscores the address, and it goes across to the letter room where the right answer is mailed, advising the prospect to take Certina. Orders with cash go direct to the shipping department. If the symp-writer wants personal advice that the form-letters don"t give, I send the inquiry upstairs to Dr. De Vito.
He"s a regular graduate physician who puts in half his time as our Medical Adviser. We can clear up three thousand letters a day, here."
"I can readily see that my father couldn"t attend to them personally,"
said Hal, smiling.
"And it"s just as good this way. Certina is what the prospects want and need. It makes no difference who prescribes it. This is the Chief"s own device for handling the correspondence."
"The Chief?"
"Your father. We all call him that, all the old hands."
Hal"s glance skimmed over the fresh young face, and the brilliant eyes.
"You wouldn"t call yourself a very old hand, Miss Neal."
"Seven years I"ve worked for the Chief, and I never want to work in a better place. He"s been more than good to me."
"Because you"ve deserved it, young woman," came the Doctor"s voice from behind Hal. "That"s the one and only reason. I"m a flint-livered old divvle to folks that don"t earn every cent of their wages."
"Don"t you believe him, Mr. Surtaine," controverted the girl, earnestly.
"When one of my girls came down last year with tuber--"
"Whoof! Whoof! Whoof!" interrupted the big man, waving his hands in the air. "Stop it! This is no experience meeting. Milly, you"re right about this letter. It"s the confidential note that"s lacking. It"ll work up all right along the line of your suggestion. I"ll have to send Hal to you for lessons in the business."
"Miss Neal would have to be very patient with my stupidity."
"I don"t think it would be hard to be patient with you," she said softly; and though her look was steady he saw the full color rise in her cheeks, and, startled, felt an answering throb in his pulses.
"But you mustn"t flirt with her, Hal," warned the old quack, with a joviality that jarred.
Uncomfortably conscious of himself and of the girl"s altered expression, Hal spoke a hasty word or two of farewell, and followed his father out into the hallway. But the blithe and vivid femininity of the young expert plucked at his mind. At the bend of the hall, he turned with half a hope and saw her standing at the door. Her look was upon him, and it seemed to him to be both troubled and wistful.
CHAPTER V
THE SCION
To Harrington Surtaine, life had been a game with easy rules. Certain things one must not do. Decent people didn"t do them. That"s all there was to that. In matters of morals and conduct, he was guided by a natural temperance and an innate sense of responsibility to himself.
Difficult questions had not come up in his life. Consequently he had not found the exercise of judgment troublesome. His tendency, as regarded his own affairs, was to a definite promptness of decision, and there was an end of the matter. Others he seldom felt called upon to judge, but if the instance were ineluctable, he was p.r.o.ne to an amiable generosity.
Ease of living does not breed in the mind a strongly defined philosophy.
All that young Mr. Surtaine required of his fellow beings was that they should behave themselves with a due and respectable regard to the rights of all in general and of himself in particular--and he would do the same by them. Rather a pallid attenuation of the Golden Rule; but he had thus far found it sufficient to his existence.
Into this peaceful world-scheme intruded, now, a disorganizing factor.
He had brought it home with him from his visit to the "shop." An undefined but pervasive distaste for the vast, bustling, profitable Certina business formed the nucleus of it. As he thought it over that night, amidst the heavily ornate elegance of the great bedroom, which, with its dressing-room and bath, his father had set aside for his use in the Surtaine mansion, he felt in the whole scheme of the thing a vague offense. The air which he had breathed in those s.p.a.cious halls of trade had left a faintly malodorous reminiscence in his nostrils.
One feature of his visit returned insistently to his mind: the contrast between the semi-contemptuous carelessness exhibited by his father toward the processes of compounding the cure and the minute and insistent attention given to the methods of expounding it. Was the advertising really of so much more import than the medicine itself? If so, wasn"t the whole affair a matter of selling shadow rather than substance?
But it is not in human nature to view with too stern a scrutiny a business which furnishes one"s easeful self with all the requisites of luxury, and that by processes of almost magic simplicity. Hal reflected that all big businesses doubtless had their discomforting phases. He had once heard a lecturing philosopher express a doubt as to whether it were possible to defend, ethically, that prevalent modern phenomenon, the millionaire, in any of his manifestations. By the counsel of perfection this might well be true. But who was he to judge his father by such rigorous standards? Of the medical aspect of the question he could form no clear judgment. To him the patent medicine trade was simply a part of the world"s business, like railroading, banking, or any other form of merchandising. His own precocious commercial experience, when, as a boy, he had played his little part in the barter and trade, had blinded him on that side. Nevertheless, his mind was not impregnably fortified. Old Lame-Boy, bearer of dollars to the bank, loomed up, a disturbing figure.
Then, from a recess in his memory, there popped out the word "genteel."
His father had characterized the Certina business as being, possibly, not sufficiently "genteel" for him. He caught at the saving suggestion.
Doubtless that was the trouble. It was the blatancy of the business, not any evil quality inherent in it, which had offended him. Kindest and gentlest of men and best of fathers as Dr. Surtaine was, he was not a paragon of good taste; and his business naturally reflected his personality. Even this was further than Hal had ever gone before in critical judgment. But he seized upon the theory as a defense against further thought, and, having satisfied his self-questionings with this sop, he let his mind revert to his trip through the factory. It paused on the correspondence room and its attractive forewoman.
"She seemed a practical little thing," he reflected. "I"ll talk to her again and get her point of view." And then he wondered, rather amusedly, how much of this self-suggestion arose from a desire for information, and how much was inspired by a memory of her haunting, hungry eyes.
On the following morning he kept away from the factory, lunched at the Huron Club with William Douglas, Elias M. Pierce, who had found time to be present, and several prominent citizens whom he thought quite dully similar to each other; and afterward walked to the Certina Building to keep an appointment with its official head.
"Been feeding with our representative citizens, eh?" his father greeted him. "Good! Meantime the Old Man grubbed along on a bowl of milk and a piece of apple pie, at a hurry-up lunch-joint. Good working diet, for young or old. Besides, it saves time."
"Are you as busy as all that, Dad?"
"Pretty busy this morning, because I"ve had to save an hour for you out of this afternoon. We"ll take it right now if you"re ready."
"Quite ready, sir."
"Hal, where"s Europe?"
"Europe? In the usual place on the map, I suppose."
"You didn"t bring it back with you, then?"
"Not a great deal of it. They mightn"t have let it through the customs."