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it."
"All right:--typographical error--For 'whacked' read 'manipulated.'
Then you looked over the type-written pages, and I erased and wrote in
and finally got out a perfect copy. Now I worked as hard--probably
harder--than you did, yet the success of that book was entirely due to
you, and not to me. Therefore it is quite right that you should get
L20,000 and that I should get two pounds a week. Come now, isn't it?
Speaking as a man of common sense."
"Speaking exactly in that way I say no it is not right. If the world
were properly ruled the compensation of author and secretary would have
been exactly the same."
"Oh, well, if you go so far as that," replied the Secretary, "I have
nothing more to say."
The author laughed, and the two men bent their energies to the
correspondence. When the task was finished, Scriver said:
"I would like to get a couple of days off, Mr. Ringamy. I have some
private business to attend to."
"When could you get back?"
"I'll report to you on Thursday morning."
"Very well, then. Not later than Thursday. I think I'll take a couple
of days off myself."
* * * * *
On Thursday morning Mr. Johnson Ringamy sat in his library looking out
of the window, but the day was not as pleasant as when he last gazed at
the hills, and the woods, and green fields. A wild spring storm lashed
the landscape, and rattled the raindrops against the pane. Mr. Ringamy
waited for some time and then opened the study door and looked in. The
little room was empty. He rang the bell, and the trim servant-girl
appeared.
"Has Mr. Scriver come in yet?"
"No, sir, he haven't."
"Perhaps the rain has kept him."
"Mr. Scriver said that when you come back, sir, there was a letter on
the table as was for you."
"Ah, so there is. Thank you, that will do."
The author opened the letter and read as follows:
"MY DEAR MR. RINGAMY,--Your arguments the other day fully convinced me
that you were right, and I was wrong ("Ah! I thought they would,"
murmured the author). I have therefore taken a step toward putting your
theories into practice. The scheme is an old one in commercial life,
but new in its present application, so much so that I fear it will find
no defenders except yourself, and I trust that now when I am far away
("Dear me, what does this mean!" cried the author) you will show any
doubters that I acted on the principles which will govern the world
when the theories of 'G
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