Wrenn was
shaky about his duty to the firm. He was more so after an
electrical interview with the manager, who spent a few minutes,
which he happened to have free, in roaring "I want to know why"
at Mr. Wrenn. There was no particular "why" that he wanted to
know; he was merely getting scientific efficiency out of
employees, a phrase which Mr. Guilfogle had taken from a
business magazine that dilutes efficiency theories for
inefficient employers.
At five-twenty the manager summoned him, complimented him on
nothing in particular, and suggested that he stay late with
Charley Carpenter and the stock-keeper to inventory a line of
desk-clocks which they were closing out.
As Mr. Wrenn returned to his desk he stopped at a window on the
corridor and coveted the bright late afternoon. The cornices of
lofty buildings glistened; the sunset shone fierily through the
glass-inclosed layer-like upper floors. He wanted to be out
there in the streets with the shopping crowds. Old Goglefogle
didn't consider him; why should he consider the firm?
CHAPTER II
HE WALKS WITH MISS THERESA
As he left the Souvenir Company building after working late at
taking inventory and roamed down toward Fourteenth Street, Mr.
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