“Yes. Embree recommended him to me.”
“He’s quit.”
“No great loss; he’s been laying down on his job lately.”
“He’s been doing worse than that. He’s been tying us up in a double bowknot. Boss, did he have authority to make print-paper contracts?”
“Yes; all supplies.”
“Then God help The Guardian!”
“What’s wrong?”
“He’s contracted for our next year’s paper at four cents and a quarter.”
“Four and a quarter! That’s half a cent above the market, is n’t it?”
“All of that.”