"Yes, sir," one of the planners said.
"Why didn't these galley panels go out for drop hammer?"
Charlie peered at the form and whistled. "Somebody must have changed the planning sheet."
"Get me the story!"
Charlie went hurriedly out into the shop.
Some time later he returned with a pale dazed look. "It's this guy in assembly," he said. "Name is Amenth. He didn't even read the traveler. Just looked at the attached detail print and decided to miter the edges, then reverse the flange with a weld." He threw the completed part on Vogel's desk. "Go ahead, check those tolerances," he said whitely. "Right on the money."
Vogel walked over to a calculator and figured. There was a dreamy expression in his eyes. He said softly, "All fabrication in our own shop. A net saving of 93 cents per unit, or eight hundred dollars total. I believe you planned this item, Charlie."
Vogel fired him.
That same afternoon Amenth came into the office on Vogel's order. "Sir?"
"Don't you know how to read a traveler?" Vogel asked sternly.