Wrenn, crabbedly, then shook hands
warmly with the bookkeeper, to show there was nothing personal
in his snippishness.
For nearly a hundred blocks Mr. Wrenn scowled at an
advertisement of Corn Flakes in the Third Avenue Elevated without
really seeing it.... Should he go back to the Souvenir Company
at all?
Yes. He would. That was the best way to start making friends.
But he would "get our friend Guilfogle at recess," he assured
himself, with an out-thrust of the jaw like that of the great
Bill Wrenn. He knew Guilfogle's lead now, and he would show
that gentleman that he could play the game. He'd take that
lower salary and pretend to be frightened, but when he got the
chance--
He did not proclaim even to himself what dreadful thing he was
going to do, but as he left the Elevated he said over and over,
shaking his closed fist inside his coat pocket:
"When I get the chance--when I _get_ it--"
The flat-building where Charley Carpenter lived was one of
hundreds of pressed-brick structures, apparently all turned out
of the same mold.
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