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lie's paying you fine wages, if you
want to get on his right side."
Davis repulsed Cohen's confidenc
es. He was too bitter just then to
think of flattering Krebs. Besides,
he had already begun to formulate
He knew Krebs had a grudge
against him, knew that when Cohen
left he would be lined up again with
the other applicants, looked over and
sent away with the same snort He
had no intention of changing his re
solve on the strength of any possible
promotion, and any scruples he had
he argued away.
He was going to brazen things out
with Krebs, too. He was going to
let the president remember him aftef
he had gone.
He bought the new suit, however.
That was part of the game. They
chaffed hint on his spruce appearance
at the office on the Saturday morn
ing, but Davis said nothing. He
hung up his coat, put on the old office
one, and set to work.
He was in high good-humor, and
possessed by a sort of reckless au
dacity which made the carrying out
of the plan easy. He almost laugh
ed as he adroitly slipped the bills into
his pockets under Harvey's very eyes,
and placed the empty envelopes in
the safe. By noon, when the cash
ier went out to his lunch, he had
amassed nearly five thousand dollars.
He waited until Harvey returned;
then he went out of the cage into the
president's room. Old Krebs was sup
posed to go to his lunch at one, but
he was always a little late, and it was
a good time to catch him alone.
Davis found him alone at his desk,
signing papers, Krebs looked up as
the underling entered. Old Krebs
knew Davis well, though he always
made a point of cutting him in the
street and office, and Davis saw the
old man's brows lift slightly as he
raised his head. It was the effect of
Davis' appearance of smart prosper
ity, he thought; Davis had scored
with the first shot
"I am thinking of leaving ytju
shortly, Mr. Krebs," said Davis. '
"All right," said Krebs. $,
Davis was taken aback. Krebs had
scored there. Davis stood looking at
"I wish I could stay, sir," he con
tinued, "but I have the offer of a po
sition in Cuba, to manage an estate,
and it is too good to refuse."
Krebs seemed to wake up at that
His eyes began to bulge. He looked
at Davis as if he wondered at the
transformation in the slovenly clerk's
appearance. Krebs hated losing men.
"Wait a minute!" he said. "See
here, young man. If you go to Cuba
you'll get malaria and yellow fever,
and die. I was thinking of making
you an offer. Mr Cohen is leaving
us next month. I was counting on
you to fill his place. How much is
your new position worth?"
"I'm not at liberty to say," said
Davis. "I'm sorry, sir, that I can't
reconsider the matter."
Krebs reddened and glared at him.
"What do you mean, you can't recon
sider?" he growled. "Mr. Cohen is
getting twenty-five hundred. How
would that sum appeal to you?"
"It wouldn't appeal at all," said Da
vis, enjoying his triumph. "You've
ground me down for years and paid
me a dog's wages. You are an in
fernal old skinflint, and I wouldn't
work for you for twice that money."
Krebs did not lose his temper, as
Davis had expected. Instead, he hit
his palm on the desk and bellowed:
"I sized you up right, young man,
after all, then! If you had had the
nerve to say that to me before you
got this offer maybe I'd have raised
you. But you waited till you were
fixed before telling me. You'll never
make good anywhere, you cheap pen
driver. Get out!"
Davis withdrew. He knew that
Krebs had scored in the finals; but
he knew that Krebs would be gnaw
ing his nails with rage that night
when he discovered the amount of
the loss. He had recovered his good.