| 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 |
| 1 | 85 | 170 | 255 | 340 |
|
to play the fool with a window----"
"
This window's All Right," said the genius in window dressing, and
there was a little pause.
"
Open the door and go right in," said Mr. Garvace to Morrison.
You leave that door alone, Morrison," said Parsons.
"
Polly was no longer even trying to hide behind the stack of Bolton
sheetings. He realised he was in the presence of forces too stupendous
to heed him.
"
Get him out," said Mr. Garvace.
Morrison seemed to be thinking out the ethics of his position. The
idea of loyalty to his employer prevailed with him. He laid his hand
on the door to open it; Parsons tried to disengage his hand. Mr.
Garvace joined his effort to Morrison's. Then the heart of Polly leapt
and the world blazed up to wonder and splendour. Parsons disappeared
behind the partition for a moment and reappeared instantly, gripping a
thin cylinder of rolled huckaback. With this he smote at Morrison's
head. Morrison's head ducked under the resounding impact, but he clung
on and so did Mr. Garvace. The door came open, and then Mr. Garvace
was staggering back, hand to head; his autocratic, his sacred
baldness, smitten. Parsons was beyond all control--a strangeness, a
3
9
Page
Quick Jump
|