So Mr. Wentworth isn't doing anything, at present. But he is a fine
fellow--so jolly, and so good looking, and he has a wonderful war
record. He was with the engineers in Russia."
"U-m-m, where d'ye get hold of his war record?"
"Why--why--he--he has told us about the things they did--his company."
"Um--hum," Old John was stroking his nose.
"But, if he's civil engineer, an' out of a job, you might tell him to
stop in a minute--after he gets the right color of a toboggan cap
picked out."
III
When the door closed behind the girl old John readjusted his nose
glasses and leaned back in his chair. "A clever engineer he is, beyond
a doubt," he mused. "For I kept my eye on him while he was layin' out
Orcutt's Nettle River project. If he'd made a botch of the job 'twould
have saved me offerin' my plant to the city. But he has the look of a
man ye couldn't trust in the dark--an' 'twould be clever engineerin' to
marry a million. I'll set him a job that'll show the stuff that's in
him. If he's a crook, I'll give him the chance to prove it." Reaching
into a pigeon-hole of his desk, McNabb withdrew a thick packet of
papers and removed the rubber band.
A few moments later Jean entered, the office followed by a rather well
set up young man, whose tiny mustache was chopped square, like a
miniature section of box hedge. "This is Mr. Wentworth, Dad,"
introduced the girl.
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