"Okay. You go back to the Monotype room and get a bunch of slugs and leads and saw them up to fill the cases. They're getting pretty low."
"Yes, sir." He turned and went away.
When I got back to the office I thought I'd just turn on the lucite and see what they might be up to next. I had an uneasy feeling.
Sure enough, a High-Pockets Jones was stepping out of the second compartment of the cabinet. I gulped and quickly checked the others. This was the fourth one.
I went back to raise hell, but High-Pockets—well, one of them—was quite calm about it. "Two men can do it faster than one," he said.
I licked my lips and beat my brains, but I didn't know the answer. I went back to think it over. I had just decided to laugh it off when three High-Pockets Joneses came into the office.
"We need something to do," they said, all in that great booming voice that seemed to come from the ceiling.
"See the foreman. Tell him to give you all the standing type that needs to be distributed."
They left. I breathed a sigh of relief and sent out for a padlock to put on the cabinet.