The Last Gentleman
of thick curly hair. In his Reb-colonel hat he looked like Garibaldi.
âDo you know what he can do?â
âNo sir.â
âHe can hit a golf ball over three hundred yards and he is studying a book by the name of The Theory of Large Numbers. What do you think of a fellow like that?â
âThatâs all right.â Mr. Ciocchio smiled and nodded as cordially as ever. The engineer noticed that his eyes did not converge but looked at him, one past each ear.
âHe is evermore smart.â
The engineer nodded grimly. This old fellow, his employer, he had long since learned, had a good working blade of malice. Was this not in fact his secret: that he had it in for everybody? âSir,â he said, politely disengaging himself from Mr. Vaughtâs master grip. âKitty said you wished to see me. As a matter of fact, I wanted to see you earlier. Jamie said he wanted to take a trip out west. I told him I would take him if it met with your approval.â
Mr. Ciocchio, seeing his chance, vanished as quickly as Kitty had.
âBut now, it seems, plans have been changed. Jamie tells me he wishes to postpone the trip. I might add too that I asked Kitty to marry me. This seems as good a time as any to inform you of my intentions and to ask your approval. I am here, however, at your request. At least, that is my understanding.â
âWell now,â said the old man, turning away and looking back, eyeing him with his sliest gleam. Aha! At least he knows Iâm taking none of his guff, the engineer thought. âBilly boy,â he said in a different voice and hobbled over to the rail with a brand-new limpâoh, what a rogue he was. âTake a look at this place. Do you want to know whatâs wrong with it?â
âYes sir.â
âDo you see those fellows out there?â He nodded to a half dozen colonels weaving fretfully through the field of cars.
âYes sir.â
âIâll tell you a funny damn thing. Now thereâs not a thing in the world wrong with those fellows except for one thing. They want to sell. They know everything in the book about selling. But there is one thing they canât do. They canât close.â
âClose?â
âClose out. They canât get a man in here where those fellows are.â He pointed to more colonels sitting at desks in the fenced-off area. âThatâs where we sign them up. But they canât get them in here. They stand out there and talk and everybody is nice and agreeable as can be. And the man says all right, thanks a lot, Iâll be back. And heâs gone. Now you know, itâs a funny thing but that is something you canât teach a fellowâwhen the time has come to close. We need a coordinator.â
âSir?â
âWe need a liaison man to cruise the floor, watch all the pots, see which one is coming to a boil. Do you understand me?â
âYes sir,â said the engineer gloomily.
âIâm going to tell you the plain truth, Billy,â said the old man in a tone of absolute sincerity. âYou canât hire a good man for love or money. Iâd pay twenty thousand a year for just an ordinary good man.â
âYes sir.â
âI canât understand it.â
âWhatâs that, sir?â
âWhat makes those fellows so misâable? Look at them. They are the most misâable bunch of folks I ever saw.â
âYou mean theyâre unhappy?â
âLook at them.â
They were. âWhat makes them miserable?â
âYou figure that out and Iâll pay you twenty-five.â
âYes sir,â said the engineer absently; he had caught sight of Kitty waiting for him in her Sprite.
âListen son,â said the old man, drawing him close again. âIâm going to tell you the truth. I donât know what the hell is going on out there with those women and Jamie and all. Whatever yall want to do is all right with me. And Iâm tickled to death to hear about you and Kitty. More than delighted. I know that you and I understand each other and that Iâm more than happy to have you with us here any time you feel like it.â
âYes sir,â said the engineer glumly.
By evening the engineer felt as uncommonly bad as he had felt good when he had set out for the university early in the morning of the same day. His knee leapt. Once he thought he heard the horrid ravening particles
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