"I"ll make it long primer," says I. "How do I stand here in the Corrugated? You know, maybe, and sometimes I give a guess myself; but on the books, and as far as outsiders go, I"m just plain office boy, ain"t I, like "steen thousand other four-dollar-a-week kids that"s old enough to have work papers? I"ve been here goin" on four years now, and I ain"t beefed much about it, have I? That"s because I"ve been used white and the pay has been decent. Also I"m strong for you and Mr. Ellins. I expect you know that, Mr. Robert. Maybe I ain"t got it in me to be anything but an office boy, either; but when it comes to goin" on exhibition before certain parties as the double cipher on the east side of the decimal--well, that"s where I make my foolish play."
"Ah!" says he, rubbin" his chin thoughtful. "Now I fully understand. And, as you suggest, there has been for some time past something--er--equivocal about your position here. However, just at this moment I have hardly time to---- By Jove!" Here he breaks off and glances at the clock. "Two-fifteen, and a general council of our attorneys called for half-past in the directors" room! Someone else must attend to Miss Verona"s estimable aunt--positively! Now if there was anyone who could relieve you from the gate----"
"Heiny, the bondroom boy," says I.
"Why not?" says Mr. Robert. "Then, if you should choose to stay and prime yourself with facts about those debentures, there is that extra desk in my office, you know. Would you mind using that?"
"But see here, Mr. Robert," says I, "I wa"n"t plannin" any masquerade, either."
"Quite so," says he; "nor I. It so happens, though, that the gentleman whose name appears as president of our Mutual Funding Company is--well, hardly in active business life. It is necessary that he be represented here in some nominal capacity. The directors are now meeting in Room 19.
I have authority to name a private secretary pro tem. Do you accept the position?"
"With a pro-tem. salary, stage money barred?" says I.
"Oh, most certainly," says he.
"Then I"m the guy," says I.
"Good!" says Mr. Robert. "These debentures come in your department. I will notify Mr. Piddie that----"
"Say, Mr. Robert," says I, grinnin" once more, "I"d break it gentle to Piddie."
I don"t know whether he did or not; for five minutes after that Heiny has my old seat, and I"m inside behind the ground-gla.s.s door, sittin" at a reg"lar roll-top, with a lot of file cases spread out, puzzlin" over this incorporation junk that makes the Fundin" Comp"ny the little joker in the Corrugated deck.
And next thing I know in comes Heiny, gawpin" foolish, and trailin"
behind him Aunty and Vee. I wa"n"t throwin" any bluff about tryin" to look busy, either. I was elbow-deep in papers, with a pen behind one ear and ink on three fingers.
You should have heard the gasp that comes from Aunty as she pipes off who it is at the desk. My surprise as I"m discovered is the real thing too.
"Chairs, Boy!" says I, snappin" my fingers at Heiny.
But Aunty catches her breath, draws herself up stiff, and waves away the seats. "Young man," says she, "I came here to consult with Mr. Robert Ellins about----"
"Yes"m," says I, "I understand. Debenture six"s, ain"t they? Not affected by the reorganization, Ma"am. You see, it"s like this: Those bonds were issued in exchange for----"
"Young man," she breaks in, aimin" her lorgnette at me threatenin", "I prefer to discuss this matter with Mr. Robert."
"Sorry," says I, "but as he"s very busy he asked me to----"
"And who, pray," snaps the old girl, "are you?"
"Representin" the president of the Mutual Funding Comp"ny," says I.
"Just how?" she demands.
"Private secretary, Ma"am," says I.
"Humph!" she snorts. "This is too absurd of Mr. Robert--wholly absurd!
Come, Verona."
And as she sails out I just has time for a glance at Vee, and catches a wink. Believe me, though, a friendly wink from one of them gray eyes is worth waitin" for! She follows Aunty through the door with a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth like she was smotherin" a snicker; so I guess Vee was on. And I"m left feelin" all warmed up and chirky.
Mr. Robert comes in from his lawyer session just before closin" time; rubbin" his hands sort of satisfied too.
"Well," says I, jumpin" up from the swing-chair, "it was some jolt you slipped Aunty. I expect I can resign now?"
"Oh, I trust not," says he. "The board indorsed your appointment an hour ago. Keep your desk, Torchy. It is to be yours from now on."
"Wh-a-a-at?" says I, my eyes bugged. "Off the gate for good, am I?"
"We are hoping," says he, "that the gate"s loss will be the Funding Company"s gain."
I gurgles gaspy a couple of times before I catches my breath. "Will it?"
says I. "Say, just watch me! I"m goin" to show you that fundin" is my long suit!"
CHAPTER II
TORCHY MAKES THE SIR CLa.s.s
Say, it"s all right, gettin" the quick boost up the ladder, providin"
you don"t let it make you dizzy in the head. And, believe me, I was near it! You see, bein" jumped from office boy to private sec, all in one afternoon, was some breath-takin" yank.
I expect the full force of what had happened didn"t hit me until here the other mornin" when I strolls into the Corrugated gen"ral offices on the new nine o"clock schedule and finds this raw recruit holdin" down my old chair behind the rail. Nice, smooth-haired, bright-eyed youngster, with his ears all scoured out pink and his knickerbocker suit brushed neat. He hops up and opens the gate real respectful for me.
"Well, Son," says I, "what does Mother call you?"
"Vincent, Sir," says he.
"Some cla.s.s to that, too," says I. "But how do you know, Vincent, that I"m one of the reg"lar staff and not canva.s.sin" for something?"
"I don"t, Sir," says he, "until I see if you know where to hang your hat."
"Good domework, Vincent," says I. "On that I"m backin" you to hold the job."
"Thank you, Sir," says he. "I told Mother I"d do my best."
And with that he springs a bashful smile. It was the "Sir" every time that caught me, though. For more"n four years I"d been just Torchy or Boy to all hands in the shop, from Old Hickory down; and now all of a sudden I finds there"s one party at least that rates me in the Sir cla.s.s. Kind of braced me for swingin" past all that row of giggly lady typists and on into Mr. Robert"s private office.
Thrill No. 2 arrived half an hour later. In postin" myself as to what this Mutual Fundin" Company really is that I"m supposed to be workin"
for, I needed some papers from the doc.u.ment safe. And for the first time I pushes the buzzer b.u.t.ton. Prompt and eager in comes Vincent, the fair haired.
"Know which is Mr. Piddie, do you?" says I.
"Oh, yes, Sir," says he.