Transcriber’s note:
This story was published in If: Worlds of Science Fiction, September 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Illustrated by Ed Emsh
CONFIDENCE GAME
Cutter demanded more and more and more efficiency—and got it! But, as in anything, enough is enough, and too much is …
By JAMES McKIMMEY, JR.
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]George H. Cutter wheeled his big convertible into his reserved space in the Company parking lot with a flourish. A bright California sun drove its early brightness down on him as he strode toward the square, four-story brick building which said Cutter Products, Inc. over its front door. A two-ton truck was grinding backward, toward the loading doors, the thick-shouldered driver craning his neck. Cutter moved briskly forward, a thick-shouldered man himself, though not very tall. A glint of light appeared in his eyes, as he saw Kurt, the truck driver, fitting the truck's rear end into the tight opening.