CHAPTER XI
THE OSTRICH FEATHER
When Skinner entered the office of McLaughlin & Perkins, Inc., two days later, he found that the partners had arranged a reception committee of two to welcome him.
Both shook hands cordially and McLaughlin said, "Skinner, we're not only convinced that you're a thoroughly honest and methodical man"—he glanced knowingly at Perking—"but that you're a very able man as well. We—"
Skinner cut him short. "Mr. McLaughlin, do I get the ostrich feather?"
"You do, indeed,—and I'm only sorry that the great auk is dead!"
Skinner blushed. "You don't know how good you 've made me feel, really you don't—giving me this chance to show what I could do."
"You had your chance and you showed what you could do, all right," McLaughlin broke in. He paused, then, "Now, tell us, Skinner, how did you do it?"
Skinner hesitated. "I'd rather not."
"Why?" said McLaughlin. "Ain't you got it patented?"