And then Alley got
hold of Delier and they are both talking about you--I know because Delier
said 'Oh give him another chance' and Alley said 'What's the use, Deller--
he's been here eight months and he doesn't seem to really get the hang of
things,' in that snippy little way and then 'I can't stand breaches of
discipline like this.' You know how nervous it gets him if as much as a
fastener is out of place on his desk--and Winslow's got a kid cousin he
wants to put in here and if you don't act like mama's darling for a while--"
She is ready to go on indefinitely, but Oliver thanks her abstractedly--it
is decent of the old girl after all--grunts "Guess I better start in
looking busy now, Mrs. Wimple!" and sits down at his desk.
A note from Deller with five pencil sketches attached of the new trade
figures for Brittlekin--two bloated looking children with inkblot eyes
looking greedily at an enormous bar of peanut candy. "Dear Crowe: Will you
give me copy on these as soon as possible--something snappy this time.--E.
B. D." A memorandum, "Mr. Piper called you 4 P.M. Monday.