He draws a matter of a
thousand a year for doing as he is told."
"I tried to argue with him on those lines, sir," Harrison replied. "I am
sorry to say I found him obdurate."
"He can be replaced, I suppose?" Phipps shrugged his shoulders.
"With some difficulty, sir," Harrison felt compelled to admit. "There
is, as I dare say you are aware, sir, a certain feeling against us in
the various Exchanges. The best men are warned against accepting
employment with us."
"We pay higher salaries than any one else in the trade."
"The business methods of the company towards its employees," the manager
acknowledged, "have always been excellent. Still, there is a feeling."
The chairman of the B. & I. sighed.
"We will pursue the subject later, Harrison," he said. "In the meantime,
promote some one else on the staff, if necessary. Do your best to fill
Roberts' place adequately."
"Very good, sir."
Dredlinton lounged into the office a few minutes later. Phipps welcomed
him without any particular enthusiasm, but promptly dismissed the typist
to whom he had been dictating.
"It happens that you are just the man I want to see," he declared.
"Sit down."
Dredlinton sank a little wearily into an easy-chair, after a glance of
disappointment at the retreating figure.
"Can't think why you always have such damned ugly girls about you,
Phipps," he yawned.
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