Cameron. I am very sorry this has happened!"
Cameron followed him into his office, noting, as he passed, the red
patches of rage on Mr. Bates' pudgy face, and catching a look of fierce
hate from his small piggy eyes. It flashed through his mind that in Mr.
Bates, at any rate, he had found no friend.
The result of the interview with Mr. Fleming was an intimation to Mr.
Bates that Mr. Cameron was to have a position in the office of the
Metropolitan Transportation & Cartage Company, and to begin work the
following morning.
"Very well, Sir," replied Mr. Bates--he had apparently quite recovered
his equanimity--"we shall find Mr. Cameron a desk."
"We begin work at eight o'clock exactly," he added, turning to Cameron
with a pleasant smile.
Mr. Fleming accompanied Cameron to the door.
"Now, a word with you, Mr. Cameron. You may find Mr. Bates a little
difficult--he is something of a driver--but, remember, he is in charge
of this office; I never interfere with his orders."
"I understand, Sir," said Cameron, resolving that, at all costs, he
should obey Mr. Bates' orders, if only to show the general manager he
could recognise and appreciate a gentleman when he saw one.
Mr. Fleming was putting it mildly when he described Mr. Bates as
"something of a driver." The whole office staff, from Jimmy, the office
boy, to Jacobs, the gentle, white-haired clerk, whose desk was in the
farthest corner of the room, felt the drive.
Pages:
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180