“Very well, sir.” Tommy tinned to go, but Thompson called to him.
“Tommy!”
“Yes, sir?”
“I'm glad to see you back.” And Thompson held out his hand. Tommy shook it. He had received neither praise nor congratulations, but he knew now that this was the place for him.
“If you can, after you're done with Holland, come back here and I'll show you some architectural drawings that have just come in, of the new shop.”
“I'll hurry back,” said Tommy, happily.
He hastened down-town to the Tecumseh Building, saw Bob Holland, the treasurer of the company, gave him the check, got his receipt, told him to make out the stock certificates to John B. Kendrick, and received the promise that the certificates would go to New York within an hour.
Thompson was busy with some visitors when Tommy returned to the office, and Tommy gladly took advantage of the opportunity to walk round the shop, delighted to see the friends of whom he had forgotten to think in New York, but who, nevertheless, were so glad to see him. This was the place in life, where he could be the new Tommy Leigh to his heart's content.
Then he went into the experimental laboratory to see Bill Byrnes. All that Bill said was, “Well?”
Tommy nodded nonchalantly.