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IX

           Massy,sir,Icould...”

           “Youareasneak,”interruptedMassyinagreathurry,andevenmanagedtogetsofarastorepeat,“acommonsneak,”beforethematehadbrokeninargumentatively—

           “Now,sir,whatisityouwant?Youwant...”

           “Iwant—Iwant,”stammeredMassy,infuriatedandastonished—“Iwant.HowdoyouknowthatIwantanything?Howdareyou?...Whatdoyoumean?...Whatareyouafter—you...”

           “Promotion.”Sternesilencedhimwithasortofcandidbravado.Theengineer’sroundsoftcheeksquiveredstill,buthesaidquietlyenough—

           “Youareonlyworryingmyheadoff,”andSternemethimwithaconfidentlittlesmile.

           “AchapinbusinessIknow(wellupintheworldheisnow)usedtotellmethatthiswastheproperway.‘Alwayspushontothefront,’hewouldsay.‘Keepyourselfwellbeforeyourboss.Interferewheneveryougetachance.Showhimwhatyouknow.Worryhimintoseeingyou.’Thatwashisadvice.NowIknownootherbossthanyouhere.Youaretheowner,andnooneelsecountsforthatmuchinmyeyes.See,Mr.Massy?Iwanttogeton.ImakenosecretofitthatIamoneofthesortthatmeanstogeton.Thesearethementomakeuseof,sir.Youhaven’tarrivedatthetopofthetree,sir,withoutfindingthatout—Idaresay.”

           “Worryyourbossinordertogeton,”mumbledMassy,asifawestruckbytheirreverentoriginalityoftheidea.“Ishouldn’twonderifthiswasjustwhattheBlueAnchorpeoplekickedyououtoftheemployfor.

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