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at stuff at college; put on a couple of frat plays and managed the Mask Club two seasons." "Too bad the Corrugated Trust offers such a limited field for your talents," says Old Hickory. "Only one annual dinner of the Crab Society. You organized that, I suppose?" "Guilty," says Brink. "And I understand you were responsible for the Corrugated baseball team, and are now conducting a pool tournament?" goes on Old Hickory. "Oh, yes," says Brink, sort of weary. "I'm not denying a thing. I was even planning a little noonday dancing club for the stenographers. You may put that in the indictment if you like." "H-m-m-m!" says Old Hickory, scratchin' his ear. "I think that will be all, young man." Brink starts for the door but comes back. "Not that I mind being fired, Mr. Ellins," says he. "I don't blame you a bit for that, for I suppose I'm about the worst bond clerk in the business. I did try at first to get into the work, but it was no good. Guess I wasn't cut out for that particular line. So we'll both be better off. But about that He-Crab act of mine. Sounds a bit raw, doesn't it? I expect it was, too. I'd like to say, though, that all I meant by it was to make a little fun for the boys. No personal animosity behind it, sir, even if----" Old Hickory waves his hand careless. "I'm beginning to get your point of view, Hollis," says he. "The boss is always fair game, eh?" "Something like that," says Brink. "Still, I hate to leave with you thinking----" "You haven't been asked to leave--as yet," says Old Hickory. "I did have you slated for dismissal a half hour ago, and I may stick to it. Only my private secretary seemed to think I didn't know what I was doing. Perhaps he was right. I'm going to let your case simmer for a day or so. Now clear out, both of you." We slid through the door. "Much obliged for making the try, Torchy," says Brink. "You had your nerve with you, I'll say." "Easiest thing I do, old son," says I. "Besides, his ain't a case of ingrowin' grouch, you know." "I was just getting that hunch myself," says Brink. "Shouldn't wonder but he was quite a decent old boy when you got under the crust. If I was only of some use around the place I'll bet we'd get along fine. As it is----" He spreads out his hands. "Trust Old Hickory Ellins to find out whether you're any use or not," says I. "He don't miss many tricks. If you do get canned, though, you can make up your mind that finance is your sho
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