“Let’s see your references!”
“I left them at the agency,” said Ross, as if inspired.
“Agency sent you, eh? Well, they know their business, don’t they? Can you take a car to pieces and put it together again? Have you brains enough to keep your gasoline tank filled, and to remember that when you’re going round a corner some other fellow may be doing the same thing?”
“Yes, sir,” said Ross.
The domineering man stared hard, and Ross met his regard steadily.
“He’ll do,” said the man. “I like him. Looks you straight in the face. Level headed. Well set up. Good nerves. Doesn’t drink. We’ll give him a chance. Eddy!”
He went out into the hall.
“Eddy!” he shouted. “I want Eddy!”
Mrs. Jones came close to Ross.
“Go away!” she whispered. “You must go away!”