My, but he was smart!
“I see,” I nodded. “Maybe,” I added, looking into his eyes, “you’ll give me a detail job in this new factory that you’re going to build.”
He gave a mean laugh.
“Sure thing,” he promised. “I’ll put you to work winding up our electric fans.” [[147]]
I wanted to tell him that he’d likely find his “fan” wound up before I got through with him. But I kept shut on that.
“Evidently,” I said, instead, “you’re the general manager and the board of directors and the vice president of the company.”
“Not—er—exactly. But I run things more or less. My father is teaching me the business. Told me I could skip school this month. He says I have a good solid head.”
“He told the truth,” I nodded.
It was good and solid, all right! Like a block of wood.
“My father went to New York yesterday morning. So I decided to come down here and close the—er—toy factory deal.”