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way, who is my future employer?тАЭ

тАЬOh! You're coming! Fine! Wonderful! Oh, I'm so delighted!тАЭ




She kept saying this in various ways for a while, then said well this was costing me money, long-distance
calls didn't come for nothing, and goodbye and she would meet the plane with bells on, then she hung up.
She hadn't told me who the job was with, nor what it was.

I decided that it had been Glacia I was talking to, because it was Glacia's voice, but that was about all.
Glacia hadn't demanded a cent of grease for getting me the job. Not like Glacia, that wasn't. She wasn't
one to do a favor without getting her bite, and she was brazen and hard-headed enough to have it
understood ahead of time that she would want a cut.

I lay awake for a while trying to figure it out, and about midnight, just before going to sleep, I began to
wonder if Glacia hadn't sounded scared, really. Still, it would take quite a fright to jolt a dollar out of
Glacia's mind.

The next morning, I went to work at the office, and waited for Mr. Tuffle to make a mistake. Mr. Tuffle
was my department boss, and could be depended on for a mistake every day. He was the
vice-president's son-in-law, which put him in a position where he could blame his subordinates for his
stupidity. I began to think he was going to miss today just to spite me, but about two o'clock he came
over to my desk roaring to know where the Glidden Account papers were and why in hell I hadn't turned
them in on time. I had turned them in on schedule, and further than that, I knew just where he had
misplaced them the afternoon he rushed off early for a game of golf. I went to his desk, dumped the
drawer contents on the floor, grabbed out the Glidden Account papers, and raised hell myself. I carried
the stuff into Mr. Roberts' office, raised more hell, and got fired.

That took care of the embarrassing matter of having to quit the job without the usual two-week notice.
Incidentally, it did the office morale some good. They gave me a party that night.

Glacia had wired the airline reservation herself. I inquired about that, and she was the one who had sent
the ticket.

The plane was one of those super-duper four-motored stratosphere jobs. It got me to Los Angeles in
less than ten hours, and they were paging me over the public address system there. I was wanted at the
reservations counter, the loudspeaker was saying.

тАЬOh, yes,тАЭ said the reservation clerk. тАЬThis gentleman is waiting for you.тАЭ

The gentleman was a very tall Indian, with two feathers in his hair. He was having trouble with one of his
feathers, which was cocked forward over his left eye. He straightened it, and looked at me.

тАЬUgh!тАЭ he said presently. тАЬYou the one, all right. You answer description.тАЭ And then he asked, тАЬYou got
heap strong stomach?тАЭ

тАЬI don't know about that, Hiawatha. Why?тАЭ