Croly leveled his chin at him. Baldwin listened as the new Add.i.c.ks continued: "You"re not the buying type, Baldwin. You"re the selling type. Take my advice and get transferred to the selling end. You"ll be happier--and you"ll get farther."
"Say," began Baldwin truculently, "you"ve got a nerve. I"ve a good notion to----"
Abruptly he stopped. Croly"s chin was set at an ominous angle.
"Better think it over," said Croly Add.i.c.ks, taking up the price list again.
Baldwin gazed for a full minute or more at the remade jaw of his a.s.sistant. Then he conceded, "Maybe I will."
A week later Baldwin announced that he had taken Croly"s advice. The old Add.i.c.ks would have waited, with anxious nerves on edge, for the announcement of Baldwin"s successor; the new Add.i.c.ks went straight to the chief purchasing agent.
"Mr. Cowdin," said Croly, as calmly as a b.u.mping heart would permit, "shall I take over Baldwin"s work?"
The chief purchasing agent crinkled his brow petulantly.
"I had Heaton in mind for the job," he said shortly without looking up.
"I want it," said Croly Add.i.c.ks, and his jaw snapped. His tone made Cowdin look up. "Heaton isn"t ripe for the work," said Croly. "I am."
Cowdin could not see that inside Croly was quivering; he could not see that the new Croly was struggling with the old and was exerting every ounce of will power he possessed to wring out the words. All Cowdin could see was the big jaw, bulging and threatening.
He cautiously poked back his office chair so that it rolled on its casters out of range of the man with the dangerous face.
"I told you once before, Add.i.c.ks," began the chief purchasing agent----
"You told me once before," interrupted Croly Add.i.c.ks sternly, "that the job required a man with a jaw. What do you call this?"
He tapped his own remodeled prow. Cowdin found it impossible not to rest his gaze on the spot indicated by Croly"s forefinger. Unconsciously, perhaps, his beads of eyes roved over his desk in search of a convenient paperweight or other weapon. Finding none the chief purchasing agent affected to consider the merits of Croly"s demand.
"Well," he said with a judicial air, "I"ve a notion to give you a month"s trial at the job."
"Good," said Croly; and inside he buzzed and tingled warmly.
Cowdin wheeled his office chair back within range again.
A month after Croly Add.i.c.ks had taken up his duties as a.s.sistant purchasing agent he was sitting late one afternoon in serious conference with the chief purchasing agent. The day was an anxious one for all the employees of the great piano company. It was the day when the directors met in solemn and awful conclave, and the ancient and acidulous chairman of the board, Cephas Langdon, who owned most of the stock, emerged, woodchucklike, from his hole, to conduct his annual much-dreaded inquisition into the corporation"s affairs, and to demand, with many searching queries, why in blue thunder the company was not making more money. On this day dignified and confident executives wriggled and wilted like tardy schoolboys under his grilling, and official heads were lopped off with a few sharp words.
As frightened secretaries slipped in and out of the mahogany-doored board room information seeped out, and breaths were held and tiptoes walked on as the reports flashed about from office to office.
"Old Langdon"s on a rampage."
"He"s raking the sales manager over the coals."
"He"s fired Sherman, the advertising manager."
"He"s fired the whole advertising department too."
"He"s asking what in blue thunder is the matter with the purchasing department."
When this last ringside bulletin reached Cowdin he scowled, muttered, and reached for his hat.
"If anybody should come looking for me," he said to Croly, "tell "em I went home sick."
"But," protested Croly, who knew well the habits of the exigent chairman of the board, "Mr. Langdon may send down here any minute for an explanation of the purchasing department"s report."
Cowdin smiled sardonically.
"So he may, so he may," he said, clapping his hat firmly on his head.
"Perhaps you"d be so good as to tell him what he wants to know."
And still smiling the chief purchasing agent hurried to the freight elevator and made his timely and prudent exit.
"Gawsh," said the blond stenographer, "Grizzly Cowdin"s ducked again this year."
"Gee," said the brunette stenographer, "here"s where poor Mr. Add.i.c.ks gets it where Nellie wore the beads."
Croly knew what they were saying; he knew that he had been left to be a scapegoat. He looked around for his own hat. But as he did so he caught the reflection of his new face in the plate-gla.s.s top of his desk. The image of his big impressive jaw heartened him. He smiled grimly and waited.
He did not have long to wait. The door was thrust open and President Flagstead"s head was thrust in.
"Where"s Cowdin?" he demanded nervously. Tiny worried pearls of dew on the presidential brow bore evidence that even he had not escaped the grill.
"Home," said Croly. "Sick."
Mr. Flagstead frowned. The furrows of worry in his face deepened.
"Mr. Langdon is furious at the purchasing department," he said. "He wants some things in the report explained, and he won"t wait. Confound Cowdin!"
Croly"s eyes rested for a moment on the reflection of his chin in the gla.s.s on his desk; then he raised them to the president"s.
"Mr. Cowdin left me in charge," he said, hoping that his voice wouldn"t break. "I"ll see if I can answer Mr. Langdon"s questions."
The president fired a swift look at Croly; at first it was dubious; then, as it appraised Croly"s set face, it grew relieved.
"Who are you?" asked the president.
"Add.i.c.ks, a.s.sistant purchasing agent," said Croly.
"Oh, the new man. I"ve noticed you around," said the president. "Meant to introduce myself. How long have you been here?"
"Eleven years," said Croly.
"Eleven years?" The president was unbelieving. "You couldn"t have been.
I certainly would have noticed your face." He paused a bit awkwardly.
Just then they reached the mahogany door of the board room.
Croly Add.i.c.ks, outwardly a picture of determination, inwardly quaking, followed the president. Old Cephas Langdon was squatting in his chair, his face red from his efforts, his eyes, beneath their tufts of brow, irate. When he spoke, his words exploded in bunches like packs of firecrackers.
"Well, well?" he snapped. "Where"s Cowdin? Why didn"t Cowdin come? I sent for Cowdin, didn"t I? I wanted to see the chief purchasing agent.