Apparently I did not. Let me repeat: In case you
should inadvertently be late again, you need not take the trouble to go
to your desk; just come here. Your cheque will be immediately made out.
Saves time, you know--your time and mine--and time, you perceive, in
this office represents money."
Mr. Bates' voice lost none of its kindly interest, but it had grown
somewhat in intensity; the last sentence was uttered with his face close
to his desk.
Cameron stood a moment in uncertainty, gazing at the bald head before
him; then, finding nothing to reply, he turned about to behold Jimmy
and his lanky friend executing an animated war pantomime which they
apparently deemed appropriate to the occasion.
With face ablaze and teeth set Cameron went to his desk, to the extreme
disappointment of Jimmy and the lanky youth, who fell into each other's
arms, apparently overcome with grief.
For half an hour the office hummed with the noise of subdued voices and
clicked with the rapid fire of the typewriters. Suddenly through the hum
Mr. Bates' voice was heard, clear, calm, and coldly penetrating:
"Mr. Jacobs!"
The old, white-haired clerk started up from Cameron's desk, and began
in a confused and gentle voice to explain that he was merely giving some
hints to the new clerk.
"Mr.
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