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"Oh," said Mr. Prosset, turning in his seat and giving him a sharp
look. "That's very interesting, Mr. -er-Richards, isn't it? Well, now,
maybe you could tell me about —"
Richards could. Richards knew everything. All the way up Mr.
Prosset fired questions on him and he fired answers right back. When we
reached the head of the rail, a motor was waiting for Mr. Prosset. He
nodded absent-mindedly to me, shook hands with Richards. "Very
interesting, indeed," he said. "Good-bye, Mr. Richards, and thank you."
"Not, at all, sir," Richards said. "Glad if I could be of service to
you."
As soon as the car moved off, I exploded. "A little honest bluff
doesn't hurt; but some of your figures...!"
"I like to please," said Richards grinning. "If a man like Prosset
wants to know something, who am I to hold out on him?"
"What's he going to think when he looks up the figures or asks
somebody who does know?"
"Listen, my son," said Richards kindly. "He wasn't asking for any
information he was going to use. He doesn't want to know these figures.
He won't remember them. I don't even remember them myself. What he
is going to remember is you and me." "Yes," said Richards firmly. "He
is going to remember that Panamerica Steel has a bright young man
named Richards who could tell him everything, he wanted — just the
sort of chap he can use; not like that other fellow who took no interest in
his work couldn't answer the simplest question and who is going to be
doing small-time contracting all his life."
It is true. I am still working for the Company, still doing a little
work for the construction line. And Richards? I happened to read in a
newspaper a few weeks ago that Richards had been made a vice-presi-
dent and director of Panamerica Steel when the Prosset group bought the
old firm.
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