“Very creditable,” was the grudging admission; “it so happens that we may be able to use a man in this line—temporarily. Be seated.” He disappeared. When he returned he was accompanied by a stout man of perhaps forty-five, prompt of manner and with a face that seemed to have been carved from tinted marble after a Greek model. This one, with quick eye, examined the designs, which he handled as an expert handles Sevres.
“Excellent! Yours?”
“Yes,” said King.
“Where are you from?”
“Georgia.”
“Learn this down there?”
“Partly, and partly at Cornell.”
“Nothing finer ever in this office, Church. You want to work with us, I suppose?” This to King.
“If agreeable, sir.”
“All right. How does twenty-five hundred strike you for a starter?”