Mr. Cord was too anxious to realize his plans to be bold and direct. After deliberating with himself as to the best method, he did what he had seen done in the movies years ago. He called the waiter, tipped him liberally and asked information about the man sitting at the corner table.
"That fellow there? It's Samuelson, from the candy store on the corner."
"Is he making much money?"
"Him?" the waiter sighed. "Selling four sticks of gum and three packages of cigarettes a day."
Mr. Cord began to see his line of action.
"Is he a clever fellow?"
"He plays chess with the boss and beats him every time."
Meanwhile the bearded fellow got through with what was before him, wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, and was ready to go, when the director called out:
"I say, Mr. Samuelson, can I see you for a few minutes?"
"What do you want to see me for?" the man asked, hesitatingly approaching Mr. Cord's table.